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Marc Papers
Marc Papers
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ARC
ARC
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Christopher Marc Robertson
Christopher Marc Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Papers
Marc Papers
Mixing Engineer
Brendan Reza
Brendan Reza
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Get your papers up R.S.K Let it play, boy E.N.V.Y. me I don't do shit and I don't do P.E Kiss my butt like cheese I don't do drugs but I roll my trees I'm so fly like Peter Pan I walk on the water like Jesus can Two plus two is the equal man Nigga, fuck your truth Come and do your dare Got a bitch so white like a polar bear Fire in my heart like a solar flare The devil is hot even you will scare And I do what I do cause I know I can Pretty but short as damn Didn't plan but it was the plan I am legend, I was born again Life gon' be grand like my father's death I'm on fire, I'll never retire The flow is entirely diary I am a pioneer I got the heart of a lion inside of me I am a different type of my kind You're trying to deal with the devil He's buying me I won't do what the devil is trying me I'm ahead of my time If he tiring me, put my future and presence behind me I'm about to blow, to swim in the flow The feelings you show, I do and I go Wipe off your nose I got an ego the size of my throne I hold the grudge, I can never let go To the go back, I'm doing the most The damage is done, it was already post Yeah Call me the bomb cause you know I'm a bro Playing with the flow and I stand with the truth And I'm married to game, I make love to the booth Eat up the beats, I'm all dead It's my food, so get ready for second cause I never lose I'm breaking the rules like breaking the two Walk in the room and I switch up the mood Yeah I went in and do what I said I would do I put up pain and problems Bring all your girls, I'ma solve them Only want money and dollars If I get a chance, I'ma holla I put up pain and problems Bring all your girls, I'ma solve them Only want money and dollars If I get a chance, I'ma holla I'm the nigga that they wanna envy Pussy nigga never tempt me Your pocket's empty, I'm stacking plenty Get it fast, nigga never lengthy I'm looking fly like who sent me With a real big bag like a filled up hefty I switch the game like a Southpaw, but I'm not lefty I do it right, and these fake clowns watch my swag That's why I gotta ring them out like a washing rag Cause if you let them envy, then they try to stop your bag And I can't have it I'm after mathematics I'm a cash addict Make these haters envy me Empty three I'll be these cats in they bag It's a fact Run it back like Ricky Williams These haters know I kill them Whoa I stack racks My snap back hot My stash is in a box I'm triller to the stock Thinking long term money Turn the bread into the stock's chea And I'ma kill a whole game till it's not fair I like the switch the style cause they like to watch wears I'm moving like a don, so they envy I'm always staying ready cause haters come in many Yeah I put up pain and problems Bring all your girl's I'ma solve them Only want money and dollars If I get a chance I'ma holla I put up pain in the problems Bring all ya girls I'ma solve them Only want money in dollars If I get a chance I'ma holla I put up pain and problems Bring all your girls I'ma solve them Only want money in dollars If I get a chance I'ma holla I put up pain in the problems Bring all ya girls I'ma solve them Only want money in dollars If I get a chance I'ma holla
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