Marlo Scamfield - Sule & Black Soprano Family

Uh, I wanna say I sincerely apologize for bein' antisocial and shit
It's kinda hard to do features when you know you better than everybody, you know what I mean?
A whole lot of luxurious shit y'all n***** know nothin' about

A wise man used to tell me that life's a gamble, forever rollin' the dice, though
About to fly my bitch to Miami to get some lipo (For real)
Her body top-tier, psychologically she's a psycho (Sick)
For that, I said I need back space, that bitch a typo
My mother trapped in federal
Moments we used to eat on paper plates because the glass ones had residue on it
Couldn't find a legal hustle, so she worked from the curb
Fiends exchangin' food stamps right from the first to the third (What else?)
Now you can catch me in that brand new edition like Can You Stand the Rain (Skrrt)
Trap look like a holiday party with all this candy cane (Right)
I'm Nas mixed with Hov and Eric B. when he rhyme (What else?)
Nobody chased the blue faces more than me and Chrisean (Nah)
Performin' hits in Tokyo and drinkin' tea in Milan
Was movin' hits from out the trunk like Master P in his prime (What else?)
It's not a legendary verse if it ain't me up on it
I copped your shit, and now I break weed up on it (Uh-huh)
The leaders run the world and the followers at a stand still
Money hit the wire, they callin' me Marlo Scamfield
Never trade your morals for paper, you know the damn drill
He charge you for the plug, how you figure that that's your man still?
The leaders run the world and the followers at a stand still
Money hit the wire, they callin' me Marlo Scamfield
Never trade your morals for paper, you know the damn drill
He charge you for the plug, how you figure that that's your man still?