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letra de carter 2 medley - marc goone

i heard some knocks like open the door (open up mother f-cker)
this the dea and you’re surrounded (surrounded)
another nightmare
put down the drugs right there
ain’t never had so much as a wild hair
since then
i could have gone to princeton (right)
such a f-cking slacker
my girl look like jess simpson
tastes like marjorie stuart baxter (mm)
marc, you’re such a good rapper
how are you so f-cking dapper?
got b-tches on b-tches on b-tches on b-tches that would give me head on the cr-pper
okay, that’s too much
what, you thought i’d lose touch?
that’ll happen the day espn says romo’s too clutch (after this year)
i’ve got visions, or delusions of grandeur
but congrats on your desk job, one day you could be manager
my buzz about the size of tyrion lannister
but i’ll sign the same day kingslayer gets a new manicure (never)
got no change, no bank roll
got no frank, no peso
my twitter game insane like jose canseco
yo soy pendejo
eyes low like james franco
tatted across my back, i got swish my tomato (i do)
young base goone
mundane dude
it’s friday night, i’m eating monday’s food
too high to ax this this memory, but my sh-t is way random
doing numbers on the internet
yo, word to dave cameron

i’m laughing
d-mn it, man, i’m eating salmon out the can
so much cannabis, my eyes the color of gambit from x-men
from the home of stan the man
it’ll be anything but planned
man i had them rubber bands
but now i got less a couple grams
d-mn, call my grams, we’ll get dinner when i can
i’m thinking by next winter, the bread winner from my fam
though my dad taught me to be tough to be a man
when it gets rough, stick to the plan
keep my head up, so understand
when i get bucks, i’m buying you a mansion on the sand (i will)
a campus sized cabana with a pantry full of lamb (oh yeah)
my grandpa, my grandma and a couple hundred grand
no more selling handbags, grandpa, gram, you’ll never work again

i’m zonin’
i’m honin’
i’mma light, hit the pipe, then i go in
i’mma write from the night until the mornin’
but i ain’t gotta hype it, aight
i’mma own it
young kike calling hike at the line
got the lime at the light, til the timing is right and i know it
no griping, i’m rhyming, i’m biding my time until the hypin’ align with the flowin’
i get it
they gonna call it a gimmick
but i gotta accept every little bit
because the flow been on point for a minute
i ride around and i get it (2 chainz)
i ride around and i get it (2 chainz)
got no cash and got not stacks
and this flow wack so i switch it
ambitious
[?]
young [jojer?] and vicious
i’m whipping, i’m [?]
fresh fish in
my kitchen
an introvert to the core
been working to get on tour
got cut from the high school b-ball team, my vertical it was poor
need to get a little bit of sleep, sleep
working on my god d-mn cd
so o-c-d
no one see me
my friend don’t even hit my line no more
if they be going out the bank, trying to go
gotta refine the flow
because my time is slow
but in my mind just hope i’m gonna shine, i know
let’s go

spit fire, man
perspirin’
got fired then
moved fire when
no one was hirin’
first buyer then
supplying them
i kept on moving higher, man
i felt like i was on a wire, man
no lie, but i was inspired, man
[?], yeah i admire him
but i quit before i got tired, man
before police inquirin’
before i heard them sirens
had to run like terrelle pryor, man
i should have been in choir, man
hook game would be so fire, then
some days i feel i’m spiralin’
but i won’t play the violin
i’m wild and
on my island
i’mma swim until i get to the highland
the cloud that i puff would be vibrant
but my flatulence would be silent
when i get to retirement
be a gm in the major leagues
take a team where the bank is lean
young billie bean
let me paint the scene
and i’m paid to be
undebatably
the best but the press would be hating me
from press to impressed in the mainstream, see
i regret and regress what makes me, me
playing chess but i guess til i take the queen
i regress to the desk, so can’t you see
the brain to me
the marc to you
this has been the carter 2

(oh god d-mn, base goone
you done k!lled that sh-t)

- marc goone

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