Marc Vinyls - Rare Breed lyrics

Heh heh, y'know, it's funny
You're a funny guy (heh heh)
Maybe it's the way I talk? (heh heh)
It's just, y'know, you're
Funny, it's, y'know
The way you tell the story and everything
Funny how you got it all wrong
Whoa whoa whoa wait
He's a big boy, he knows what he said
What'd ya say? Funny how
What? Just, you're funny
Lemme understand this

Stating facts yes I'm stating facts
I'm the best out i never tend to dress down
Mad gold, that's a flex now
I'm really 'bout to be a trend now
Visors, polo and some shine
That's the realest shit I wrote since
I started with these rhymes oh no
Lord help me oh no
Lord help me oh no
Lord help me oh no
Lord help me fourth quarter with the ball
Know I got up all crazy all up in yo' lane
I'm John Wall here lately
Y'all don't want no fame
Y'all just wanna act crazy
Seeing all these people in my
Town now they play me
I got numbers, I got bitches, I got money too
Kill it every summer
What's the boy really 'bout to do
Shake it up, mix it up
Hit 'em with the faith
Plus it be the swag when
I'm coming through the play
When I'm coming through the play
I ain't playing dawg ain't playing dawg
Like I said befo
Rip it up with them metal forks
Really just gotta let it go
Bars over they head
Like Aaron Judge at the derby
New face in this league
You really can, it won't hurt me

Oh no, oh no oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no oh no, oh no
Your money ain't good over here
Your money ain't good over here
Your money ain't good over here
Your money ain't good over here

This big boy shit y'all ain't
Really 'bout this shit
Finna be the greatest in my generation
Never lack the patience
Y'all too busy hating
Sitting on yo' momma's couch
In yo' momma's house now the drama's out
And I'm ballin out and I gotta say it
Y'all the fakest
Pushing all that mumble rap
I'm AP and I'm coming back
So who's gon take it no one, no one, no one
No one's gonna take it
Look around and then all I
See is all these bitches, fucking basic
Real one, real one, real one on my MIA shit
Look around and I see is all my friends
They fucking famous
It's time I tell you how I feel

Super fucking faded
Got the homie at the wheel oh no
You're welcome thank you
Oh I'm seldom yeah
It's time I tell you how I feel
Super fucking faded
Got the homie at the wheel oh no
You're welcome thank you
Oh I'm seldom

Marc My Words is dropping
September two thousand seventeen
Spread Records in the motherfucking building
This has been Marc Vinyls peace and love
Skrrt

I'm funny how? I'm like a clown
I make you laugh
I'm here to fucking amuse you?
What do you mean funny? Funny how?
Just, y'know, how you tell the story
No no, you said I'm funny
How the fuck am I funny?
What the fuck is so funny
Tell me what's funny
Get the fuck outta here