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Marcellus Juvann - Out Alive Lyrics



Marcellus Juvann - Out Alive Lyrics




I want stop til my front lawns Like a lot space
I'm in top shape
It dont get no better
Momma taught me better
I don't rush shit
Y'all on my pace
Ima potty mouth
Came from watching Fridays
At my auntie house
Now I'm leaving bitches with the cotton mouth
From this Dope shit
Come and take a drag
I know life's a drag
We ain't make the draft
Naw I wasn't looked at as a prospect
Now I bet they mad
Cuz I'm hot shit
And i pop shit
I'm a conscience rapper
With no conscience
If he gotta go
Then he gotta go
Left him weezy
Like he hollgrove
I been catching fades since a snotty nose
We gon bring the hits then we adios
I been handing Eulogy's after Eulogy's
Ain't shit they can do with me
Got immunity
Our foot on the gas
We buzzing in the streets
My foot up your ass
Just keep provoking me
I came thru bussing
Yall ain't doing nothing
If We ain't talking money
What are we discussing
Whole lotta nothing
All a nigga here
Seen the bottom
Now it's only up from here

We want everything
We want everything thats a go
Whats a wedding ring
We was trained to never love a hoe
They don't know out plight
They gon take our rights
Then we die
Thats a f*cking shame
Hope you make it out this bitch alive
(x2)

Labels calling
Devils calling
Tell em get the hell off my line they aggravating
Trump racist
And all yall rap niggas
Dumb basic
Im sick of this shit
Bout to flip in this bitch
This sound like raising a fist
They never did it like this
I turn a 5 to a 10
Worried bout me
Need to raising your kids
All i hear is jibber jabber
They gon wanna tick for tac ya
If you black then they gon tax
Hit ya like the morning after
Make you have to call the paster
Tell em say a prayer for you
I need more fans that know that I'm sick with the pen
Im really the man
You playing pretend
You niggas is sketch
Just give it a rest
Bruh made ya bed
I'm wicked and twisted
I'm sick in the head
That's why I be speaking to God on the daily
He know my Goat
Y'all do the most
U niggas your credit score worseser
Than Baby's

We want everything
We want everything thats a go
Whats a wedding ring
We was trained to never love a hoe
They don't know out plight
They gon take our rights
Then we die
Thats a f*cking shame
Hope you make it out this bitch alive
(x2)
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I want stop til my front lawns Like a lot space
I'm in top shape
It dont get no better
Momma taught me better
I don't rush shit
Y'all on my pace
Ima potty mouth
Came from watching Fridays
At my auntie house
Now I'm leaving bitches with the cotton mouth
From this Dope shit
Come and take a drag
I know life's a drag
We ain't make the draft
Naw I wasn't looked at as a prospect
Now I bet they mad
Cuz I'm hot shit
And i pop shit
I'm a conscience rapper
With no conscience
If he gotta go
Then he gotta go
Left him weezy
Like he hollgrove
I been catching fades since a snotty nose
We gon bring the hits then we adios
I been handing Eulogy's after Eulogy's
Ain't shit they can do with me
Got immunity
Our foot on the gas
We buzzing in the streets
My foot up your ass
Just keep provoking me
I came thru bussing
Yall ain't doing nothing
If We ain't talking money
What are we discussing
Whole lotta nothing
All a nigga here
Seen the bottom
Now it's only up from here

We want everything
We want everything thats a go
Whats a wedding ring
We was trained to never love a hoe
They don't know out plight
They gon take our rights
Then we die
Thats a f*cking shame
Hope you make it out this bitch alive
(x2)

Labels calling
Devils calling
Tell em get the hell off my line they aggravating
Trump racist
And all yall rap niggas
Dumb basic
Im sick of this shit
Bout to flip in this bitch
This sound like raising a fist
They never did it like this
I turn a 5 to a 10
Worried bout me
Need to raising your kids
All i hear is jibber jabber
They gon wanna tick for tac ya
If you black then they gon tax
Hit ya like the morning after
Make you have to call the paster
Tell em say a prayer for you
I need more fans that know that I'm sick with the pen
Im really the man
You playing pretend
You niggas is sketch
Just give it a rest
Bruh made ya bed
I'm wicked and twisted
I'm sick in the head
That's why I be speaking to God on the daily
He know my Goat
Y'all do the most
U niggas your credit score worseser
Than Baby's

We want everything
We want everything thats a go
Whats a wedding ring
We was trained to never love a hoe
They don't know out plight
They gon take our rights
Then we die
Thats a f*cking shame
Hope you make it out this bitch alive
(x2)
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Writer: Marcellus Juvann, MixedbyTra
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Performed By: Marcellus Juvann
Length: 3:07
Written by: Marcellus Juvann, MixedbyTra

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