Marvellous

Dave

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    He feel marvellous
    He robbed a man and he feel marvellous
    Josiah only seventeen, he got that dog in him
    I used to see him in my church, it was his marj and him
    We know this kid for kickin' ball and he was hard
    He could've made it professional, had a trial, we told him he got charms
    My God
    We said the streets ain't nothin' nice, he said: Let's see
    He's tryna take a trip and put it to the test
    He's tryna turn a half into a nine
    Divide that shit into decimals, make it stretch
    First time I ever met him, I said he's blessed
    But if he can't even keep it real with himself
    I'm not shocked if he's lyin' to me
    Ask my own boy what he's tryin' to be

    And he don't want a good girl, he want a whore
    He don't want a good joke, he want a gun
    And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
    And he don't wanna make friends, he wanna gang
    And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
    How my young boy so different?
    I don't know but I pray that God guide him
    How my young boy so different?
    I don't know but I pray

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    He feel incredible
    He shot a man, he feel incredible
    Just started trappin' twenty-two until he's terrible
    He wanna travel to the States, he's ineligible
    Said he's a criminal
    Now he's doin' numbers on his phone, got youngin's of his own
    A Glock the mandem bought him and a Russian of his own
    He's got some paigens that he beefs, evadin' the police
    Been goin' crazy from the day he got released

    'Cause now he's in the Cali weed, grab a leaf
    Coke chain, Hennessy
    Robberies, bank fraud
    OT enemies
    He fuck with Aliah, fuckin' Lisa, Stephanie
    And he got some cases we don't know if can ever beat
    And he look at us like be some people he could never be
    We should have never made our youngin's hold a, 17
    All I ever wanted was for you to be a better you
    All I ever wanted was for you to be a better me
    Fuck about a salary, just smokin' celery
    Started recreationally, but now they do it medically
    It's weighin' on me, that shit weighin' on me heavily
    I think about it regularly, just sizin' the jailhouse
    In penitentiary with charges that were meant for me
    Facin' time potentially, but he was just protectin' me
    Before he think to step to me, just know my youngin' next to me
    Will God knows

    He don't want a good girl, he want a whore
    He don't want a good joke, he want a gun (he don't want a good joke, he want a)
    And he don't wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
    And he don't wanna make friends, he wanna gang (he don't wanna make friends, he wanna)
    And he don't wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
    How my young boy so different?
    I don't know but I pray that God guide him
    How my young boy so different?
    I don't know but I pray

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    Composición: Jo Caleb, Dave, Kyle Evans y Ludowic

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