Passports

Lyrics
[Intro] Marvel you a dead beat [Verse 1] We don't rush greatness Bitch, learn some manners and some patience Gotta move different when you on the A-list Still affiliated, red flag, red laces Exotic levels, nigga, nah we don't smoke no basic Bitch, I'm a heathen in that demon nah, you don't wanna race this Surrounded by the realest of niggas, this ain't no fake shit Thug motivation, write this shit off as promotion, yeah Audemars Cartier, we treat 'em like thеy trophies, yeah Trap kitchen, еvery other day, fuck a Mastro's Glock 26, I take it everywhere that I go With Marvel in the lab shit, re-rocking the vinyl, yeah Mixing and we master it, we upload it to Tidal, yeah [Verse 2] My [?] a Maserati, yeah Shawty right, shawty yeah Niggas show they guns in the 'gram, but never shot at nothing Body somethin Niggas know the policy, you fuck up the bag Back on a robbing spree These rap niggas vomity NIggas tryna emulate Ain't no room for the both of us Getting head in the driver seat, she don't care about no privacy Obviously, born without no practice Consistent with this hustle, visionary Take this shit across the continent We outta here
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Credits
- Writers
- 2 Eleven
- Marvel Mayne