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marco (oon) - district lyrics

[verse:]
& i am. gi. gp. eastside, and maryland
my brother finally made me say i loved him once i buried him
i finally felt the weight on a young n-gg- once i carried him
i finally moved my county from lake to marion – scary
white privilege is getting blacker
fifty shades of gray matter
this area where you live – gray explains it
that picture’s splatter painted – amazing
so complicated, yet so basic
this two color pallet probably make a glen park n-gg- famous, huh?
t-tanic talent just don’t matter, unless you make it, huh?
the next dicaprio’s hopeless – he gone be jaded huh?
if its broke, it fixates on breaking a leg, or breaking man
through its big break, from breaking own kind, or breaking bad..
fast lifers race everything. they’ll even race a mag
think bout the length of the zipper when i think bout “chase a bag”
running in place, and chase inanimate things – got all the answers
that ugly job pay handsome
hands-on with “show me yo hands”
nah..

[hook:]
new things
no more old school. on to new things..
better now. pull us all together now. the news hate it
n-gg-, where you from? n-gg-, where you from?
who gone save you?
hate me now
you can hate me now. nothing new lately
something you gotta know lil’ baby
(life ain’t too crazy)
something you gotta know lil’ baby
(life ain’t too crazy)
something you gotta know lil’ baby
(life ain’t too crazy)
(something you gotta know: this sh-t ain’t gotta be crazy)

[verse 2:]
& i am. gi. gp
even if i wasn’t though, just see me as if we the same species
whether a thesis or blatant
nothing to play with demeanor. it’s still a statement
along the lines of freddie. unparralled, but still adjacent
gi’s a horror. gibbs dropped off that freddie. i’m on my jason sh-t
was 9 in ’09 the last time, but this time, i ain’t faking sh-t
i told a king he gone find god in who he namin’ b-tch
told me god or not, can’t have a dollar, he ain’t saving sh-t
lil’ homie from the burbs, good with words, not the ave
his ma was perfect. my mama was hurtin – different habits
share the same room with his brother, but different mattress, and nagging
you trippin’. couldn’t eat the scr-ps in my kitchen. them roaches savage. lil’ n-gg-
pacemaker go with that waist trainer – you dangerous
ain’t fit for, nor have the heart to, sustain a push, but claim you us
lucky for you, no matter what, you’ll look the same to us
might cheat code our woes to win, but n-gg-, this not no game to us

- marco oon lyrics

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