Marco Polo

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Token] Dad told me doin' coke in college barely affected him If he was still alive, I'd get him better shit He never hit my mom, but he her reason why depression hit Every good man has an edge to him Every good man has an edge to him She don't want me to leave, she got me edgin' with her Didn't act like a baby, my nanny was a Devil sitter Devil's under the ground, 'cause she kept groundin' me every winter Every summer, fall to spring like plumbers on the sink I stick my hand in drama, puncture off my rings The girl spoke to me more politely than how butlers talk to kings I fucked her off a kink, bitch Usher always sings, and rug burns always sting And my patience is always thin enough to jump to modeling [Verse 2: MARCO PLUS] Back up 'fore I cause a scene And have your mom and them lettin' out awful screams It's me and Toke and ISO'ing niggas, don't gotta call a screen We Luka and LeBron James off the lean and a vault of beans Smokin' on a spliff, full of your best friend My clip full on the west end No religious rituals, I just sin It's just in, the south side villain back on the street with a MAC in his jeep And he clap if you askin' for beef You cats looking weak, you asking for peace Ask for the piece Then leave your whole mag Order your mask or your fleece And jump back in the Wagoneer and do the dash from police Heard he was stressed before we shot him I hope he passed in relief Pussy [Chorus: Token] Marco, lower that beam (Oh, he's hiding his likes) I know what that mean (All his features are bought) I know what that mean (Now, he blame TikTok) Yeah, I know what that mean Ayy, Marco, lower that beam (No, it's a concept album) I know what that mean (Now, he mad at his label) (And his show was only filmed from one angle) Yeah, I know what that mean (Ayy) [Verse 3: Token] I wanted my grandma to see my house, but she just passed I hope she's in heaven appreciatin' the view I have Mom never dated after my dad, I had no stepdad That's how I want all my bitches to be after I leave their ass Make them hate men forever A hater ain't legend never My page is they epicenter At eight, they ain't check my temper My brain just ain't getting better They made me take tests to measure Like day-to-day Helen Keller My aimin' ain't ever better I may just break MJ's record Her days are straight rest and pleasure Like Labor Day stretched forever I was only a kid, I guess those ladies, they sex offenders 'Cause my dick was in grown-ups more than David Spade, Adam Sandler My anger, rage, wrath and banters on stage like they back-up dancers My lady say, "Have some manners" She ain't a straight happy camper My bank's like extravaganza My saving grace? That's the answer I make mistakes, bad as the amateurs who raised the late Adam Lanza All of my friends are dead, they got the face who they cast as Chandler Bathing like Matthew Perry, but it's Bathing Ape, have a gander There's sickness behind my bars, like inmates when they battle cancer My capital is conquered, I should change my name as New Hampshire [Verse 4: MARCO PLUS] Perusing through the opposition block with pistols cocked to get a drop We hoppin' out the fuckin' whip, I'm sick of spinnin' blocks, my aim is bad Pop up out the bushes and I flame his ass Thought he was acting wild, but he wasn't lyin', I had to tame him fast I done put a beam upon his head, but this ain't laser tag I signed to Roc Nation, now niggas hate me like they Damon Dash He told his bitch to stop playin' my music, that shit make him sad An artist by composition, this ho payin' me to paint her ass I'm like Bob Ross but mob boss Let off shots, your dawg lost Hop in the whip, you haul off Raise a pistol, Holmes Me and my dawgs kill all of his dawgs I'm Victor Holmes We lookin' like some fuckin' chain-smokers How many Sigs was blown [Chorus: Token] Marco, lower that beam (Marco) (Oh, he's hiding his likes) I know what that mean (All his features are bought) I know what that mean (Now he blame TikTok) Yeah, I know what that mean (Ayy, Marco) Lower that beam (No, it's a concept album) I know what that mean (Now, he mad at his label) (And his show was only filmed from one angle) Yeah, I know what that mean (Ayy) [Verse 5: Token] I don't do lines, I seen 'em turn my sister crooked But my fourth-grade best friend is addicted and he looks it He just broke down the pills while I broke down the reasons why he shouldn't He slid 'em over to me and I pushed it (I pushed that shit away) I got boundaries, you didn't know? (I do) You gotta be a pretty girl to push shit in my nose Tippy-toes is what my dad chose to leave the bedroom with He acted way too suicidal for a child, so when I was ten and shit When he slept too long, I had to check on him (I did) Big respect to him (I love you) Ever since I watched the Godfather I don't like people sittin' directly in back of me My father showed me the Godfather And that's the only thing he did that was fatherly (Don't talk to me) Talkative men bother me Too much time on your hands Go have some fun or stack some cash or something Bitch pass the cup, I need a happy buzz Vodka got me talkin' with a lisp It's not a Grey Goose, it's Daffy Duck Happy brunch, happy birthday (What's your lucky number?) Twenty-four always been my lucky number It's me and my sister's birthday And it's how many hours are in a day And that puts me in first place, so when Dad died on the 24th I took it as a good thing [Outro: MARCO PLUS] What the fuck?