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nana's veranda - marnz malone lyrics

[intro: madison ryann ward]
i’ll wait for you to come to me
i’m holding on
no matter what the story reads
the binding has been done
no need to pay the price
i’ll leave a way for life
for you, i’ll give it all
forever

[verse: marnz malone]
what juice? we drank tap water with sugar in it
my mother never drove a benz until i put her in it
guilty was the verdict that the jury gave
so i weren’t moving to his shawty when i took the digits
but alhamdulilah, i feel super blessed
eight bills for my little sister’s gucci dress
and i ain’t ever shot a vid without my shooters there
had nines behind the scenes like we’re on crop circle’s movie set
it’s us or them, i know who i’m choosing if i have to pick
swear i’ll go to jail for years before i let you have this sh*t
and don’t listen to that cap
whoever told you that you can’t fight a fire with fire didn’t have a stick
but ask ’em on my block, they’ll say i bought a bag of pistols
sold a xabad to the mali’s, they said that the mag had issues
d*mn, i miss you, forever your keeper, that’s on everything
how can i forget you, bro? my memory’s like an elephant’s
bro said, “it’s deeper than just rap, this sh*t for all of us”
that’s why they won’t let me on the ride like i ain’t tall enough
the voice in my head said, “he ain’t even lying”
but i’ll still make it ring right now, i dare you call my bluff
i gave him twin sig’s and told him that i’ll keep the forty
i don’t pop pills, i pay shh to pop people for me
jail had me questioning if this sh*t was all really for me
seen people come in after me but they still leave before me
my teacher always told me prison’s where i’d end up at
cah we was selling pk like barcelona’s centre*back
if i was you, i wouldn’t pull up where them members at
you’ll have ’em asking, “who shot ya?”, like when biggie sent for pac
i vent to nas and i’m still sending stacks to his hooyo
ain’t just screaming, “free bro”, i spent racks on his lawyer
i don’t play about na, i’m still standing on your name
i’m the one that gave * to slap suttin *
i’m the one that told ’em, “circle round the h”, like a helipad
it’s been a while since i been to where you’re buried, dad
where i’ma be in five years, ain’t no telling, dad
but trench foot for real, your son a soldier, i’ve got merits, dad
i think they know that i’m telling the truth
ayo, i’ve got receipts for everything i’ve said in the booth
still can’t believe i’m home, i remember telling ’em, “soon”
i’ll make this bulldog address the elephant in the room
that’s why i had to play the pen game before i ever spoke to margs
rather that than have ’em boasting, joking that they’re smoking marnz
jummah on a friday, i sat in that middle row with starz
she just wanna roll with stars, i just want a rolls with stars
i heard they said i’m hollywood, now they see how the movie’s set
diamonds are forever so i bought my mother new baguettes
life is for living, you know i’m a man of few regrets
we slapped your darg and you ain’t have a scooby*doo that you was next?
before rap, bro, i used to sell waps
sell crack, sell dreams, sell weed, sell hash
felt bad, nah, i lied, we’re still putting belt to ass
before i sell my soul, i’ll pay for yours and that’s no cap
before rap, bro, i used to sell waps
sell crack, sell dreams, sell weed, sell hash
felt bad, nah, i lied, we’re still putting belt to ass
before i sell my soul, i’ll pay for yours and that’s no cap

- marnz malone lyrics

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