Mar$ Gram - Smuckers (Week #20) lyrics

It’s been a long time coming
Thank u for ur patience jus sit back
N wait for me to make these
Creations on this track
Fake emcees in the game is a mismatch
I’m top 5 fuck the other names
That ur list has bitch I don’t know one
That can fuck with Mar$
All my flows are potent
Show up with a couple bars
At a record label like ima find a deal
Guarantee it comeback signed n sealed
Like a Smuckers jar i’ve been up in cars
You ain’t even seen before
Riding in a Demon like
Ouija boards he needs the lord
Please be warned he does not communicate
With humans well come up to ya block n say
Ur crew is fake I’m rude as hell
Don’t need you tell me what I already know
Every punchline that I’m
Heaving is a heavy blow
Straight to your face cTE is bound to come
For these weak emcees he got beat to pieces
Now I’m done see me counting up paper
Like a fax machine stacks of green
Looking like a Boston Celtics basket team
Y’all accepted that
I ain’t even showing signs of slowing down
Till’ I get to hold the crown
The throne is mine going over time
So don’t pass to Patrick please
Cause I been practicing this daily
Tryna catch my dreams
Pimpin’ getting stocked in stores
Cause I rap with ease
Glyding like a Bird when I’m alone
That’s a Magic scheme
If I really have to word it
I’m the dream team spitting written verses
Picture perfect like it’s 3D
22 now learning I can be me
3am, I remember swerving in my GT
Yea I make it look easy when I stunt hard
Breaking thru the back door
Take it your front yard you’s a bitch
If you ever play the Trump card
Speak of which he can suck my dick
Until it cums hard

Fuck the president
That’s what the message is
Tell the democrat party
They should cut a check for this
Rolling 30 deep better tuck your necklace
Said u never heard of me
Guess u a pathetic bitch run from etiquette
All I know is dirty words
Show up to a restaurant late
N they still serve me first ima Night Owl
Motherfuck the early birds
Glock like a Steph Curry shirt
When the 30 burst hurry hurry nurse
All my raps are critical
Pivotal for the game
To take it past the pinnacle
That it once reached ima try n succeed
Bringing back the ghost of Pun
So I can crush beats
Plus he got too much heat
For the sun see why you n none of these guys
Can ever compete
It seems like he’s revising his schemes
I need Visine
Keeping these eyes on my dreams
Try intervene isn’t wise I agree
You live life as a Pawn ima Die like a king
Yea throw a bad bitch in my casket
Place me next To Mac Millers
Grave that’s my last trip
Brought a couple bags we can sniff
And some acid talk about the past
Then we blasting some rap shit i’m past it
Used to be the last pick that they’d choose
Ironic now I’m the hot topic
That came through swinging for the fences n
Rockets like Babe Ruth
You sit on the benches so stop it I made you
I profit cause I stayed on it n paid dues
U talk slick get sent to ur coffin
N grave soon i got this
Ima mix of Pac, BIG n Dre, Snoop
They drop it’s not legit
I promise to stay true ya not this
Never was never ever will be
Set em’ up ima be a rebel till it kills me
I will demolish him ur skills need polishing
I’m better still giving em’ a devils deal
I’m filthy