Yo, THe DJ's f**ing puking
And the audience is spooked and sh**
While I lay another track
Your claiming im abusig it
Flier than Amber with a hammer
Come at me b**h
I took it from her
And smacked her with it
Till she fell and twicthed
I get the sh** im selling from he
But im mail of blacking him
So I get it for free
No thug life for me
Im Mr. Marley
With 3 dead bodies
Who crampted the groove of the
Soul survior of Detroit, in city boots
Going back man, back
Can't forget my roots
The place wear I grew up
Making n***as get held up
At knife point
YA im not a white boy
Justa lil Arab
Who likes his victims on slabs
In the basement
Coughing up blood and sh**
We came to raise pulses
So gun your holsters
Cause we coming for the boasters
On the blogs with the clickty-clack
Try talking about me when im at your back
With a switchblade and Jose
Looking at ya like we gonna cut your name
And take your fame
Cause we got no shame
In school grabbing a**
Hustleing getting cash
Selling souls just to pa** cla**
Like my a** is gra**
Used to be a good lad
Being bad is a fad
Im just f**ing blessed that im not my old man
Cordory shorts with the bu*ton up shirts
Gear in my pocket as I step out for lunch
Tyler Mr. green hat
n***a wears the weed at?
Look up through the hair grining through a special black
Suicide watch again, watch me botch it up again
Smoking on campus, Like you'll never catch us
The foul Detorit
I can't forget my origin
Like I was born again
Born again pagan