March Maddness by Remysos Lyrics
59th N Masters
Right next to the court
Used to ball March Madness
I seen blood spill
Cause a nigga was more than average
I was seven it was tragic
The hood made it a habit
I seen niggas die from
Fully automatics
I pray I never get caught lackin
Scuffling wit my ratchet
Marcellus was like 30
Mindset like he 11
Dey say he put dat drink down for a second
Sumbody had to finessed it
(damn)
I ain’t saying I know what happened
Almost called you uncle
Til you
Popped out dat sunroof all aggressive
My pinky bleed for nun
My family Dey ain’t gon for nun
Thought you knew what loyalty was
Bitch you steady aiming guns
Yea
And you thought you was da one
Yea
I was hiding under da sun
Yeaa
I was trappin on some street shit
I was tryna get the funds to be dis
Dey left I was tryna find establishment
Dey don’t fuck wit me
Dey just check to see what the status is
And I’m sick n tired of the fake love
And Ion get tired I just take drugs
I pop a x pill
Dukes ain’t happy I take drugs
Opps saying Dey gon do what to who
Pussy betta move along
I keep threee heaters on
Pussy ion sleep aloneeee
I’m crazy bitch
Get too close Ima blow yah dome
Steady tryna do me wrong
Sluggish off dem Percs
We gon catch em while he zoned
Touchdown den he gone
No rap for a rat ima lure his ass
In wit provolone
No cheese
Bet not touch dat lil boy phone
He tryna save his ass dats why he told
I be going off of pain and what I know
You be going off hate and dat shit show
Right next to the court
Used to ball March Madness
I seen blood spill
Cause a nigga was more than average
I was seven it was tragic
The hood made it a habit
I seen niggas die from
Fully automatics
I pray I never get caught lackin
Scuffling wit my ratchet
Marcellus was like 30
Mindset like he 11
Dey say he put dat drink down for a second
Sumbody had to finessed it
(damn)
I ain’t saying I know what happened
Almost called you uncle
Til you
Popped out dat sunroof all aggressive
My pinky bleed for nun
My family Dey ain’t gon for nun
Thought you knew what loyalty was
Bitch you steady aiming guns
Yea
And you thought you was da one
Yea
I was hiding under da sun
Yeaa
I was trappin on some street shit
I was tryna get the funds to be dis
Dey left I was tryna find establishment
Dey don’t fuck wit me
Dey just check to see what the status is
And I’m sick n tired of the fake love
And Ion get tired I just take drugs
I pop a x pill
Dukes ain’t happy I take drugs
Opps saying Dey gon do what to who
Pussy betta move along
I keep threee heaters on
Pussy ion sleep aloneeee
I’m crazy bitch
Get too close Ima blow yah dome
Steady tryna do me wrong
Sluggish off dem Percs
We gon catch em while he zoned
Touchdown den he gone
No rap for a rat ima lure his ass
In wit provolone
No cheese
Bet not touch dat lil boy phone
He tryna save his ass dats why he told
I be going off of pain and what I know
You be going off hate and dat shit show