Gettin' old like Ali Boomba Yay So fed up with racism today It's time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray Dip
on God then go against him They was second guessing then squad up convinced 'em They can't take me in a dark gray Jag Seats the same leather as the Mark
Young face slangin', ya, ya, ya Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck
Girls, zom, dom, dom, dom, dom, girls Zom, dom, dom, dom, dom, girls (Konvict Music) Zom, dom, dom, dom, dom (Hey) Girls, fi tek note when mi mark up
was the mark and I stunt 'cause I smoke 'dro What can u do, oh, I can do it too Get loose, pop 1, pop 2, I'm still goin', you through What's happenin', what's up? I need gray
pill Is hard to swallow The love I gave hangs In sad colored, mocking shadows When the wheel of fortune broke You fell to me Out of gray skies To change
daddy, you look sexy with them J?z on I pull up in the drop, I step out with them things on I got me the black and tan, patent leather with the gray Match
soon you'll see that I will never do anything I can be that but soon you'll see that I will never do anything Don't write me off as an also ran Just mark
we go Here we go, come on come on, yeah Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted My name's honored 'cause my style is insane retarded Remain hottest from St. Marks
be stinky like Pepi LePew And my style's so sick, son, they call it the flu Influenza, top contender Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen
are unfastened Trapped in deep-water gaspin' I clash with the Titans from my half on the action I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears Scorpion darts hits their mark
planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin' Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers I'll leave my mark
bread, get dough, get fed, get mo' In the old school Lincoln, thinking I sit low Let problems burn slow away I yearn for the day that it won't go gray
a mask on with presidents face Clear my space, when big Sheek crash the boards y'all ain't just mark niggas, y'all whole mark niggas With all that soft
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY LOVE WITH BILLY GRAY WRITERS BILLY GRAY, CHUCK HARDING, MARTY ROBERTS, MARK THOMPSON You've got the clothes and everything to make
woke up And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker This is the end of everything You are the end of everything Shallow skin, I can paint with pain I mark
Benz on loan, Sadat rollin' by your school You brought your frontin' friend Gwen, beggin' for the Benjamin I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen My man Mark
And won't nobody hurt my family that's what he gotta die Lord knows I was hurt from a judge from the start How I'ma hide love from this mark, this nigga
