Mari - Mvt. II Lyrics

To my niggas that be living it up
To my bitches that be giving it up
And you know that we get wavey
With the drink in the cup
Let's get it on with Marvin Gaye in the cut
Is you with it or what

Uh, Stomach on E
Drink at crib and this one on me
Never let a nigga try to stunt on me
Get fresh and run up you get done on heat

Nowadays doing shows but ain't filling it up
I'm guessing that the folks cannot feel it enough
Sum up my losses and divy it up
Damn right muhf*cka I ain't giving it up

Cause he who last all life can
Speak on truth and light
I'm in my wrongs I'm in my rights
I'm in my zone when we in the night

Got a blunt and a bottle and
A lot on my mind
Cause my money in a bind
I been thinking bout crime
But been thinking bout time
Because they don't erase it nigga
Went to college and f*cked up
A waste of nigga
Incarcerate and erase his figures
Now ya black ass gotta face it nigga
Cause we be the color that boost up they dollars
Cause they love when they can enslave a nigga

Vibing and bumping the truth
Tell me would I rather be in the club or the booth
In the burbs with the plug or the hood in a suit
I'm a poor rich nigga with a dream to pursue

So don't be offended
I'm tryna win it
Therefore I am not f*cking with you
Society's menace I'm bout my business
Bitch I got money to lose

And it be like nigga save me
Get yo ass back to the hood because Brenda is having a baby
Harlem is where you reside, but Chicago is where we made ya
Nigga just do me a favor
Nigga go put in that labor
Go stack your paper
Just make sure when you start eating
Save a lil plate for your neighbor

Filling my stomach with octane
Nigga from the Windy be spittin that hot flames
F*ck lyricals
I want the residuals
Wondering how to stay spiritual
It's mind over matter
But when the physical's critical

I be looking for a miracle dollar
Cause when I get old I might be broke and jobless
Got a handle on my life like Allen Iverson
Cause when I ask a question I just get silence, no answer