Marylin (21 RMX)

Lyrics

[Intro] That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dog, and I'm up outta here One Yup Yeah [Verse] Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin' I ain't sayin' that I'm finished, but I'm prayin' in advance 'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor's But mastered this rap shit You hear the words comin' from my lips, bastards, I never crack, I got that chapstick I practiced 'til that shit made perfect And served it to the people on a silver platter, now where's the ladder? 'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb, I chose the latter Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder, though 'Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that or let the mob handle that No Soprano, half Black, half white, I'm a piano I'm an animal, my video on Discovery Channel, I'm a beast When my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease to exist Like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me in the 'Ville in the state of NC Bitch, if I ain't back home, I'm up in NYC, 'bout that money probably Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain't jackin' I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin' I'm chasin' dreams, sort of like jeans, boy, I ain't slackin' Hey, take a hard look at my drive, nigga, no hackin' on my shit I'm straight smackin' niggas, straight taggin' niggas Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y'all be wildin', and I'm out