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Estilo y flow…..
Escuchen esta rola homie….
Haha.. check me out… (uhhhhh)
Verso 1:
Ey, desde el barrio, donde la vida te enseña,
Hustlin' hard todos los días, se vale soñar,
Fuck lo que digan, yo siempre voy a luchar,
Only the strong survive dawg, yo nunca voy a vacilar. (Nahh….)
These nikkas think I’m playin’, I ain’t about that drama, (hell nahh)
Fuck with me, I swear to god I’ll leave you feeling trauma…. (Leave you in a coma.. on God nikka)
Estribillo:
Living life like a king, rompiendo cada regla,
Got the crew on my side, los que nunca se niegan.
Yeah bitch I got it made, I do this all for my momma,
We move in silence homie, nuestras metas se cumplirán.
Verso 2:
Crecí en la calle, donde el respeto se gana,
Fuck la fama, solo quiero mi lana. (That money)
Money on my mind all day… Versace, Gucci, and Prada, (ye-yeahhhh)
My past doesn’t define me, esta vida es sagrada, (blessed)
Mis socios en la jugada, siempre listos pa cualquier amenaza,
El peligro nos rodea, pero siempre bien trucha... (hahaha nahhh)
Estribillo:
Living life like a king, rompiendo cada regla,
Got the crew on my side, los que nunca se niegan.
Yeah bitch I got it made, I do this all for my momma,
We move in silence homie, nuestras metas se cumplirán.
Verso 3:
These nikkas they hatin’, (shiiit)
Who they think they messing with,
Got a Glock 19, they see me coming’.. they runnin’, (hahaha)
I’m in a money sprint, with this murderous flow, I’m winnin’, (fashooo)
While I’m chasing this cash, you can see me grinning,
Knowing damn well ain’t no one in this world,
That can’t beat a dude like me, dreaming and chillin,
This is only the beginning nikka, moving fast than a hoe, money moves around, the whole world spinning,
At the end of the day, they can’t do it like me…
Hahaha..
Gotta let the punk suckas know who the mothafuckin boss is….
Marc Ecstasy homie.. (Forreal)
Outro:
Yeah, we came from the struggle, now we rise,
Motherfucker, lights shining, no need for disguise.
With my niggas by my side, we ready to glide,
In this life, no backing down, we take it in stride.
Counting these blessings, got my eyes on the prize,
Bitch, we the real ones, hear the hustle in our rhymes.
A toast to the real ones, fuck all you haters,
Never forget where we started, all you fakes and traitors.
Yeah, it’s all about the grind, bruh, we making moves,
In the city, we the kings, watch us set the groove.
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Yeahhh..
Marc Ecstasy….
MarcXTZ
