Inglorious

On my way to see these pearly gates

I'd rather be in Saint-Tropez

Touching a chunky check

Off a play I just made on Saturday

If it rains then it's pouring

All this pain I'm recording

Never loan out what you don't got

And don't consign what you ain't holding

Texas hold 'em play my cards

No matter what I cannot fold them

Gotta soak the game up

Gotta listen to what they told him

I ain't forfeit since

I gave up on waiting for pops to pick me up

Only thing that can pick me up

Is contract for a milly plus

Richard Mille buss

I ain't dealing much with you silly fucks

Bills is piling up

And the first of the month is coming up

Broke niggas is broken

Real niggas bill folding

So much money out this world

How the fuck can you not be glowing

Not to boast it

But I'm tired of seeing my people

Locked and homeless

Lots of hoe shit happening at the top

And shit rolls downhill

Round real never starving

Always heartless

Cold as Arctic

Send out all my parcels

And I'll triple everything you started

Know you've heard a lot of crazy shit

But trust me, this the hardest

Blood all on my Basquiat

But I can let you pick the artist

Look at what you niggas started

This is a warning

Taking off your top like that shit was garnish

Trust me we ain't missing targets

It's get fucked or fuck the game

Bitch, I'm Mr. Marcus

Took a lot to get where I'm at

Some of that shit was heartless

Listen, they don't carry

What I be wearing in this department

Fuck how the night ends

I'm getting off a fit regardless

This is where the bar is

You boys ain't even coming close

Everything I hear sounds like a running joke

I know it seems like I just be chilling

But I've done the most

I come from humble folks

But I'ma be the one to boast

I'm the one they quote

What he wrote

Sounds like floating on 100 spokes

Proposed a toast

And told my momma that

Your son's a GOAT

Let the glass touch

There ain't nobody moving past us

I'm young Marley on his last dutch