MARKED

realist nigga on the fucking block all my opps shot they got me on hots totin knocks beat that nigga out his socks I'm the sky fox now he in a wooden box shipped him away through the docks bullets holes look like the chicken pox got our glocks with stocks that nigga girl made him bark like a dog she eat the dick like a hog shots in his leg make him hop like a frog tie his ass in a river foot latched to a log stab his homie in the fog blood rushing his throat all clogged we also smoking Lark sad his own family wouldn't even nark now i remember one of my biggest opps moved to Tennessee not even a week later he died his family Drinking that Hennessey but they wouldn't even cry says he killed niggas we know he lied shots fired in him like 12345 now that nigga is not alive yeah I said it that nigga didn't survive like we caught an opp in the dark just trying to walk in the park we shot and left our mark blood and casings all over the trees bark