Marc Mighty - St. Marc Lyrics

Guard the game heard he coming like a God for fame
Top is claimed, soon ya'll know my name
PreJesus, as harsh as the seven plagues
I slept for days to rest on the throne and slay
With faith I prey on any motherf*ckers who try me
Man I'm tired of the fight, feel the hunger inside me
Ma working nights hope the Lord keep her in sight
Abandoned the light, now I'm here branded with strife
Senior year with no plan for the future, Queue the
Degree but my dream in the booth, boy I'm stupid
Wasting my time, all this stress I'm imbued with
Lost in assignments cuz life made me student
Working for a paper just to tell me my worth
Man, I'm selling my labor 50k for the work
Or maybe I could rise, get masters in time
And teach these damn kids how to grind for they worth
Or maybe not
I want them ends, to be up in them spots
The whips and them chains, them boats or them yachts
Them pockets obese till them joints need a tummy tuck
Coming from a place where nobody give a f*ck
It's the rock brotha
Where the cops shoot us
We don't like Judas
Gotta tool use it
I'm the next nuisance so get ready
I'm finna drug this game till death like Tom Petty Uh
And I don't know where I'll go from here
Cuz every path I see cause my soul some fear
And I don't know where I will end up
But I won't quit now, nah I will stand up (Up)