Mr. Marcelo - Scarface lyrics

[Verse 1: ] Jet Life generals Little n***as don't compare to me, in these streets n***a I'm 10 of you p**y n***as get popped, like inner-tube So fly with us, or you will become fish food, yeah This is legal drug dealing and my hustle don't stop at a million All I have in this world, is the dope game So I got my young n***as selling white girls Fast money, I'm just trying to get more All night flights like a n***a on tour OG, limited edition Two bad b**hes doing dishes in the kitchen Yeah, a n***a started small time, til this Jet Life sh** Took off like an airline Rock heat [?] for my money trees And I be blowin' good dank, dropping off leaves (All I have in this world) (All I have in this world) Let that b**h breathe (All I have in this world) (All I have in this world) OG, Let's go I'm a legend, I'm just tryna leave a legacy So it's Jet Life, til the d**h of me Dearly departed, please pardon me for k**ing you n***as softly I could turn a beat to a brick, lyrics pure dope boy They could take a six Put it in the streets and it's still A1 Down south, how fly, I've been that since day 1 Big homie, little n***a pay homage Before a n***a put you in a bag like garbage I be blowin' good green like I'm Irish n***as call me brick, 'cause I'm solid Yeah, American gangster Captain of this ship, I could stop it with no anchor Yeah that's us in them old school whips Jet Life n***a, we running this sh** You don't believe me, then ask your b**h Yeah I got a young [?] on that OG sh** Smoking white boys, bumpin' old school jams And all she talk about is old school Trans Am's She be getting dressed for them Jets in the mirror While you be looking at her like b**h I'm gon' k** ya Lame a** n***a All strung out, Eddie Kane a** n***a OG