Lyrics Flaws - Marlo Smith

She a tenderoni
Niggas just jabronies
Met her in Atlanta
Then We caught the ronies
I got all these homies
How I'm always lonely
Like I'm tryna fill a space
Or find some time to get to know me
Boy you used to be my codee
I was Marty Mar and you was Tommy word to cole
He had the Rollie on his wrist
But we both knew that wunt no Rollie
Fuck that got to do wit homie?
It was always bout your soul
I wunt never bout what you sold me
Bout this shit We made some tears drop
Red eye
Flights without the eye drops
Visine
I'll cut my spleen to give you what I got
I said that I could never be the biggest
You asked why not?
Shit, around the way these niggas live inside a pine
Box or live inside a section 8 tenement with a
Shoebox that's holding all the cash that they got
From ducking the blue opps
And who am I to be the only nigga that flew out
And who am I to be the the only nigga that you not? Listen
A lotta niggas out here playing on the same team
Working every day but they ain't playing for the same dream
Wake up every morning they ain't praying for the same things
Ever heard the saying when you bend
But you ain't breaking?
But this is not
I like to Meditate
I like to levitate
I like to elevate
And so I dedicate this
To all the soldiers that
Well they have fallen down
Now that heavens gates
To all the soldiers that's alive
That I could never take wit me
I'm ducking shells like I'm allergic to lobster
Until the reaper come here knocking then i know Ima prosper
But when the paint dries
Basquiat is only a martyr
Aye
I pick and choose
When I lose
So it's still a cruise
I live my life in the sun so they can't see the bruise
And if I'm blessed to have a son
You gotta see him too
If me and mama don't work out
Then ima see it through
And if you mama here this shit then
She gone have a fit
But she don't know I'll hold her down
Until the casket dips
We never know what god got written
In the manuscripts
But like when opening the door you gotta handle it
Yeah