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Independent Video (MV)




Performed By: Marcus the Messiah
Length: 2:14
Written by: marcus kirkwood




Marcus the Messiah - Independent Lyrics




Yeah I told em stay in his lane
If he dissin on me ima have some shots for his brain
Yeah look at all of my chains
Bitches can't give me nothing
I'm just looking for something
A real girl I just want you to realize
Where your future lies yeah

And would it make a difference if I wasn't living life the way
I'm living on a mission would I still be independent

Ion think you really kill the track the way I kill it
That's the difference When I spitting niggas know they finna feel it

Industry ain't changed there's just different people in it
That's no news to me tho
All the bottles up emotions they eventually show
All these niggas that be faking for the fame get exposed
Done f*cking gotta leave but don't leave any clothes

Yeah at my crib
I don't wanna leave a reason for you coming back in
Now you tryna hang out cause the pack came in
Ima wear the thing out like her favorite sweat pants yeah

Throw that's ass back shorty
I'm a bad influence gotta wear a hazmat shorty
Put yo back into it don't never back track shorty
Were my real friends at i never had dat shorty
Wanna get that money so I could drive real sporty
Take my bitch out the state then fly her back in the morning
I used think they were my friends now then friends ain't important
I aint see the problem now I see my vision distorted

My vision distorted
But now I see what's important
A real girl when I look in your eyes
I can't tell no lies yeah
No no no I can't

And would it make a difference if I wasn't living life the way
I'm living on a mission would I still be independent

Ion think you really kill the track the way I kill it
That's the difference When I spitting niggas know they finna feel it

Industry ain't changed there's just different people in it
That's no news to me tho
All the bottles up emotions they eventually show
All these niggas that be faking for the fame get exposed
Done f*cking gotta leave but don't leave any clothes
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Yeah I told em stay in his lane
If he dissin on me ima have some shots for his brain
Yeah look at all of my chains
Bitches can't give me nothing
I'm just looking for something
A real girl I just want you to realize
Where your future lies yeah

And would it make a difference if I wasn't living life the way
I'm living on a mission would I still be independent

Ion think you really kill the track the way I kill it
That's the difference When I spitting niggas know they finna feel it

Industry ain't changed there's just different people in it
That's no news to me tho
All the bottles up emotions they eventually show
All these niggas that be faking for the fame get exposed
Done f*cking gotta leave but don't leave any clothes

Yeah at my crib
I don't wanna leave a reason for you coming back in
Now you tryna hang out cause the pack came in
Ima wear the thing out like her favorite sweat pants yeah

Throw that's ass back shorty
I'm a bad influence gotta wear a hazmat shorty
Put yo back into it don't never back track shorty
Were my real friends at i never had dat shorty
Wanna get that money so I could drive real sporty
Take my bitch out the state then fly her back in the morning
I used think they were my friends now then friends ain't important
I aint see the problem now I see my vision distorted

My vision distorted
But now I see what's important
A real girl when I look in your eyes
I can't tell no lies yeah
No no no I can't

And would it make a difference if I wasn't living life the way
I'm living on a mission would I still be independent

Ion think you really kill the track the way I kill it
That's the difference When I spitting niggas know they finna feel it

Industry ain't changed there's just different people in it
That's no news to me tho
All the bottles up emotions they eventually show
All these niggas that be faking for the fame get exposed
Done f*cking gotta leave but don't leave any clothes
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Writer: marcus kirkwood
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