You only as gangsta as your accomplishments I heard what herb said
Man this shit was never handed niggas had to earn bread
Tell me why we on this block where niggas onna curb dead
Tell me why if that's yo brother then why the nigga turn fed
Speak the truth and you can feel it in the air
And i always kept it hush they just was poking onna bear
I aint never need no sympathy for real i aint care
My respect i declare MoneyMarc that nigga rare
Man the trenches need a prayer Wiping blood as a tear
Howard ave gon meet the world be aware cus this the year
We could rumble but im humble i be switching up my gear
My deposits bring me joy bout 2 3 days for it clear
Came from stressing and depression heartaches and plenty tears
I was with my dog that day he inna cage for twenty years
Seen sparks but its normal i don't got that many fears
And thats a fact could run it back cus this is music to the ears
We aint have no lights and now we turning on them chandeliers
You cant play with opportunities cus it a disappear
Free my niggas off them charges guns case & racketeer
Gotta take what come wit it by all means you volunteered
Cold weather it severe waiting for the shit to clear
In the streets it aint no prize they keeping shells as souvenirs
Traumatized in his eyes man this shit is not a game
Apologize for what you said cus now im in the hall of fame
Dude like me they idolize its MoneyMarc you know the name
Niggas jumping in the streets but they don't even know the game
The Ogs lead the youngings straight to failure its ashame
You could grab a lil umbrella but you could never stop the rain
If you ever did me wrong you niggas dead aint dropping names
Getting money is my exercise im always stacking gains
Income low niggas dying is okay we matching pains
But i aint never gon complain im just trying to maintain
Im the icing on the cake i keep it trill them dudes is fake
I accept the rocky mountains and whatever come at stake
Play wit us we giving 30s tell that nigga take a break
Forever willing go and get it nigga whatever that it takes
Where im from Alotta bloods but i got love for the rakes
Treat my niggas like they blood it aint no love for the fakes
This a dime the next line only bosses can relate
I remember I eat now I got too much on my plate
Rip my grandpops before he left he said be great
Young nigga out the trenches how could you ever hate
MoneyMarc - Howard Intuitions Lyrics
MoneyMarc - Howard Intuitions Lyrics
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You only as gangsta as your accomplishments I heard what herb said
Man this shit was never handed niggas had to earn bread
Tell me why we on this block where niggas onna curb dead
Tell me why if that's yo brother then why the nigga turn fed
Speak the truth and you can feel it in the air
And i always kept it hush they just was poking onna bear
I aint never need no sympathy for real i aint care
My respect i declare MoneyMarc that nigga rare
Man the trenches need a prayer Wiping blood as a tear
Howard ave gon meet the world be aware cus this the year
We could rumble but im humble i be switching up my gear
My deposits bring me joy bout 2 3 days for it clear
Came from stressing and depression heartaches and plenty tears
I was with my dog that day he inna cage for twenty years
Seen sparks but its normal i don't got that many fears
And thats a fact could run it back cus this is music to the ears
We aint have no lights and now we turning on them chandeliers
You cant play with opportunities cus it a disappear
Free my niggas off them charges guns case & racketeer
Gotta take what come wit it by all means you volunteered
Cold weather it severe waiting for the shit to clear
In the streets it aint no prize they keeping shells as souvenirs
Traumatized in his eyes man this shit is not a game
Apologize for what you said cus now im in the hall of fame
Dude like me they idolize its MoneyMarc you know the name
Niggas jumping in the streets but they don't even know the game
The Ogs lead the youngings straight to failure its ashame
You could grab a lil umbrella but you could never stop the rain
If you ever did me wrong you niggas dead aint dropping names
Getting money is my exercise im always stacking gains
Income low niggas dying is okay we matching pains
But i aint never gon complain im just trying to maintain
Im the icing on the cake i keep it trill them dudes is fake
I accept the rocky mountains and whatever come at stake
Play wit us we giving 30s tell that nigga take a break
Forever willing go and get it nigga whatever that it takes
Where im from Alotta bloods but i got love for the rakes
Treat my niggas like they blood it aint no love for the fakes
This a dime the next line only bosses can relate
I remember I eat now I got too much on my plate
Rip my grandpops before he left he said be great
Young nigga out the trenches how could you ever hate
Man this shit was never handed niggas had to earn bread
Tell me why we on this block where niggas onna curb dead
Tell me why if that's yo brother then why the nigga turn fed
Speak the truth and you can feel it in the air
And i always kept it hush they just was poking onna bear
I aint never need no sympathy for real i aint care
My respect i declare MoneyMarc that nigga rare
Man the trenches need a prayer Wiping blood as a tear
Howard ave gon meet the world be aware cus this the year
We could rumble but im humble i be switching up my gear
My deposits bring me joy bout 2 3 days for it clear
Came from stressing and depression heartaches and plenty tears
I was with my dog that day he inna cage for twenty years
Seen sparks but its normal i don't got that many fears
And thats a fact could run it back cus this is music to the ears
We aint have no lights and now we turning on them chandeliers
You cant play with opportunities cus it a disappear
Free my niggas off them charges guns case & racketeer
Gotta take what come wit it by all means you volunteered
Cold weather it severe waiting for the shit to clear
In the streets it aint no prize they keeping shells as souvenirs
Traumatized in his eyes man this shit is not a game
Apologize for what you said cus now im in the hall of fame
Dude like me they idolize its MoneyMarc you know the name
Niggas jumping in the streets but they don't even know the game
The Ogs lead the youngings straight to failure its ashame
You could grab a lil umbrella but you could never stop the rain
If you ever did me wrong you niggas dead aint dropping names
Getting money is my exercise im always stacking gains
Income low niggas dying is okay we matching pains
But i aint never gon complain im just trying to maintain
Im the icing on the cake i keep it trill them dudes is fake
I accept the rocky mountains and whatever come at stake
Play wit us we giving 30s tell that nigga take a break
Forever willing go and get it nigga whatever that it takes
Where im from Alotta bloods but i got love for the rakes
Treat my niggas like they blood it aint no love for the fakes
This a dime the next line only bosses can relate
I remember I eat now I got too much on my plate
Rip my grandpops before he left he said be great
Young nigga out the trenches how could you ever hate
Writer: Marcus Watson
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