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Rasual - Marvin Bradley Lyrics




Got caught up in H-town
Met up with nigga that thought he was plug
He ended up being the feds
I think my apartment was bugged
It was like 6 in the morning, about to deliver the load
Told me to walk to the back of the kitchen
And place it on top of the stove
Meet him in front of the restaurant
I knew him as Mickey
He dance around truth and his answers is finicky
But he copped in the passed, I figured he good
And after this play I was done
I met him front of the restaurant
He smirking as if he just did it
He smirking as if he was winning
But I pay it no mind here to pick up the ticket
But
But before I collect
See figures approaching from right and my left
I'm nervous as hell. And plus I ain't slept
So trust that I grab for my weapon
But as I make eye contact I see it's the feds
All of my dope boy dreams i see them to bed
And ready my mind for this bid
Oh lord

Been two years no mail
Time move slow when you locked up
No date for the case in a cell
Family members don't really talk much
They suggesting that you take a plea
The money you put away baby moms
Spent on Burking bags, make up and a beamer
She told him he couldn't believe it
The look on his eyes
The face of defeat
Like was it all worth it to live in a system
That sees you as worthless until you deceased
Considered as chattel
But smarter than most and regret the shit badly
But he did what he did
They threw the book at him send prayers to Marvin Bradley
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English

Got caught up in H-town
Met up with nigga that thought he was plug
He ended up being the feds
I think my apartment was bugged
It was like 6 in the morning, about to deliver the load
Told me to walk to the back of the kitchen
And place it on top of the stove
Meet him in front of the restaurant
I knew him as Mickey
He dance around truth and his answers is finicky
But he copped in the passed, I figured he good
And after this play I was done
I met him front of the restaurant
He smirking as if he just did it
He smirking as if he was winning
But I pay it no mind here to pick up the ticket
But
But before I collect
See figures approaching from right and my left
I'm nervous as hell. And plus I ain't slept
So trust that I grab for my weapon
But as I make eye contact I see it's the feds
All of my dope boy dreams i see them to bed
And ready my mind for this bid
Oh lord

Been two years no mail
Time move slow when you locked up
No date for the case in a cell
Family members don't really talk much
They suggesting that you take a plea
The money you put away baby moms
Spent on Burking bags, make up and a beamer
She told him he couldn't believe it
The look on his eyes
The face of defeat
Like was it all worth it to live in a system
That sees you as worthless until you deceased
Considered as chattel
But smarter than most and regret the shit badly
But he did what he did
They threw the book at him send prayers to Marvin Bradley
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Writer: Rasul Shabazz
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Rasual Marvin Bradley Video


Performed By: Rasual
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Rasul Shabazz

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