Letras
Aye, look...
I’m like lord please tell me why we had to grow up
Went from hoopin’ at the park, to pour that liq up in my cup
Back in highschool, they was scared to show a nigga love
But I’m buzzin’ now, you should see the way they hit me up
They like, Hey, I just listened to all your music and I like it
It’s like that’s cool and all, but if you fuckin’ with me, you should buy it
With the black girls to white girls, I’m never really biased
Momma told me, Boy, you need to stop chillin’ with all them white kids
Otown’s very own, we comin’ they wouldn’t understand
Niggas gettin’ lazy, they settlin’ for a couple bands
We dancin’ to the check, nah I ain’t talkin’ no runnin’ man
He got a little money this nigga think he the Money Man
From to Groupies to Ghouls to Flowcaine, you choose
To this that Blue December I been workin’ in the stu
I been in the cut grindin’ like I got nothin’ to lose
Momma said, If you not going to college, what you finna do?
Man I’m finna just rap while I get this money
If I ever drop hit the ground still runnin’
If I ever stop then I’m not one hundred
If I ever stop then I’m not one hundred
They don’t wanna see me cause I’m like who want it
Point em out, point em out, who want it
You don’t want beef you just tryna hate on me
They was all sleep, but I’m like good morning
Cause this that...
Marco season, Marco season
Marco season, Marco season
Marco season, Marco season
Marco season, Marco season
Aye, yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Old niggas tryna rap like where your kids at
Yeah I did that, yeah I did that
Girl if he ain’t got no money tell him get back
Yeah, they come in the city thinkin’ shit sweet
Aye, you not talkin’ business you can miss me
Aye, Shawty hit my phone she said she miss me
Aye, now she gettin’ loose for a retweet
Damn, drop it back to back I had to repeat
Lil boy get your weight up you a pipsqueak
Smokin, drankin, I done had a lit week
Aye, they said it’s my time and then it hit me
Like….
Marco season, Marco season
Marco season, Marco season