Mr. Marcelo - Insane lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y) Live the life a n***a die for Wish ya wife would be my side ho Never seen a n***a fly where Take a ride inside a 64 Hop out ask him what his info He ain't tell ya but his b**h know Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo' Sent ya b**h to the corner store Bag of chips and a 40 Row They ain't mine but the chips is Go give the beer to my big bro (Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo) House full of b**hes, weed in the kitchen Hell yea n***a we living And all these b**hes tryna get a real n***a even when a n***a ain't pitching A real OG in my city lil n***a motherf**er better ask around I always have been a standup guy so it ain't no backing down I used to make (?), now I make (?) Hustle all night, pray all day I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep Pops used to sip Ol' E, moms sip Henn on the rocks And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash sh** to real to be standing still so OG's be chasing bags (Chorus: Curren$y) All them b**hes insane, all them b**hes insane All my whips is insane, yea, yea All them n***as is lame, diamonds all in my chain Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea All them b**hes the same, all them b**hes the same All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain All them n***as is lame, that money just ain't a thang Them b**hes just after my fame (Verse 2: T.Y.) Look, I told that b**h, don't be catching feelings and sh** Right after I hit, I'm mashing off in that new Benz Motherf** them tints, want you to see me and my friends When we steerin the Bent, ain't gon k** you with a ratchet But with the way I live, yea She gon shake that for some tips But I'm not gon give a sh** I'm gon spend that on some rims Stomp a n***a in some Timbs Just because they want pretend Like they gangsters but they really p**y boy your sister told me what it is Wake up and I grind for breakfast I stunt so hard that I can not help it Yea that Jet Life I'm gon rep it All these b**hes the same, I just gotta accept it Don't slam my door when you ride with me ho Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat (Chorus: Curren$y) All them b**hes insane, all them b**hes the same All my whips is insane, yea, yea All them n***as is lame, diamonds all in my chain Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea All them b**hes the same, all them b**hes the same All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain All them n***as is lame, that money just ain't a thang Them b**hes just after my fame