Marching Band (feat. Juicy J) - R. Kelly

I pay money for a shooter Double if he catch you in ya sleep Lil nigga only like 5'3 but the clip on the K hang down to his knees Poor ol me got hittas on lease Meanwhile I don't care nothing but the beat I just paid way too much for a brand new car and the roof playin Hide & Go Seek A feature's out the question I don't care bout the Cheese I don't give a shit or piss about the hottest MC You niggas ain't real as I thought y'all be I was naive shame on me You can get stomped barking up my tree My niggas is my niggas even when we disagree Between you and I, I can still let it fly with the bricks but I chose to take an absence of leave Money money money yeah I got it on my mind I answer all calls when a dollars on the line My homie in the wheelchair thought his homeboy had his back til that same nigga shot em in his spine 100 came for me to scribble on the dotted line Now a nigga shopping one album at a time I bought a red dot told me gon kill the game doing everything I can do not let em down What use is the truth if you like it watered down Bitch its the trap not a mutha fuckin lounge Niggas at the steps when the smell the food cookin When its time to go hunt they nowhere to be found Mutha fuckin clowns but I don't worry about it 3 ring circus 4 rings on the Audi Grow my beard out double clip on the chopper Wrap the flag around my head bitch I'm strapped like a saudi talk to em Man these niggas don't understand real life my nigga. you know what I'm sayin? These niggas still living with they mamma mane. be all... Be all on Instagram and snapchat and shit. Like they got jewelry, they got money and shit and living with they mutha fuckin mamma mane. You know what I'm sayin? and have to... and have to ask another nigga "Aye bruh loan me some money man." "Bruh I'm tryna get my car... ju... "Nigga fuck that! I tell all these broke ass, petty ass niggas, shut the fuck uuup! What he said My am I tired Watching Zoey broke got me mighty inspired 40 in my draws and the clip poking out of my shirt like the pegs on a bicycle tire Fletch in the feds and his baby mamma wise Tell em hold his head he'll be home in no time Answer every call, every time, anytime, it's the least I can do shit I'm on the outside Here stands the truth in a room full of lies But you can't pull me out like I'm wearing a disguise Cause these niggas so fake and it looks so good Got ya lil silly ass rappin flying blind Nah I can't see worth shit but that's fine Reflex scope nigga I can hit a dime from like 75 yards Going down wind, eh might take me like 2 or 3 times I remember mamma had to go put in that lay away singing 3 babies no daddy still made the way Now I'm trying pay her back with money that I made today Finally I'm not afraid I'm a leave a paper trace All my brothas hold me down like ankle weights I got yo bitch in my living room hanging drapes Either I'm too lazy or these windows too big House empty like I moved in yesterday I mean its furnished but I'm too busy to decorate I'm not even in the kitchen I don't miss the cake I'm in my garage with my blueprints drawn In this mutha fucka tryna plan a prison break I'm the man for the job not a minute late I'm just out here getting to that money I'm not in a race Snappin in this bitch like we still playin pencil break Only thing worse than empty pockets is an empty safe Talk to em Don't trip mane, this shit crazy mane cause you know in this game mane, niggas out here be wanting you to feed them and shit You know what I'm sayin? Like they some mutha fuckin ally cat or something nigga You know what I'm saying? Like a dog or something mane Mane like, niggas need to get out here and get they own shit You know what, you feel me Trip? You know what I'm saying man like Niggas... niggas ain't like us man Niggas don't know how to hustle You know what I'm sayin stack they bread Niggas be spending all they money on some ol stripper bitch Say that I'm a few hundred short to get a Maybach but my driveway still lookin like a race track Neighborhood watch I got 20 something guns here bad boy take that I suggest that you pray that that you make it out alive 30 shot 12 gauge bitch if I miss once I get 29 more tries Now back to the doe Its been a long time since a nigga been broke Shit I can't remember last time I seen a roach Actually... it really wasn't long ago But point is I grind like a never had shit Scratch that I grind like I don't have shit I did a lot of ignorant shit back then Shoulda coulda woulda I don't live in past tense Flyest as superman if he came from the hood Now if only I could use these powers for good But I ain't got nothing for a nigga but a slug I'm all over my cream like I'm pouring hot fudge Holy fuck! Gouly! Gotham! Batman Just pulled up with a plug Slingin that poison ivy, he be like fuck Laughing like the joker to the bank keep countin up I can't let you count for us then I be fuckin up And that's no fun She like, "Baby that sucks. Where is the trust?" I'm like, "In my kids' trust fund" Ain't I conceded my pockets stay hungry andIi got to feed em My family depends on me, I gotta lead em So I get the money and then I repeat it and then I repeat it We gon keep on grindin

I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall I see no solution or exit out I'm grinding it out, no one can see The pressure is growing exponentially I'm trying to keep up to speed with you Your game changing is oscillating me I'm hitting the ground and I'm sprinting I'm falling behind now I'm tuning out Pressure building Pressure building Pressure building Don't push me Don't push me Let me get off the ground (Don't push me) To you I'm no longer bound Don't stop me Don't choke me I need you out of my head (Don't push us) You've got me close to the edge (Don't push us) I'm feeling the pressure I can't break out No one can hear me scream and shout Get out of my face, out of my mind I see your corruption I'm not blind I'll carry the burden and take the strain And when I am done I will make you pay Pressure building Pressure building Pressure building Don't push me Don't push me Let me get off the ground (Don't push me) To you I'm no longer bound Don't curve me Don't swat me I need you out of my head (Don't push us) You've got me close to the edge (Don't push us) Pressure building Pressure building Don't push me Don't push me Let me get off the ground (Don't push me) To you I'm no longer bound Don't stop me Don't block me I need you out of my head (Don't push us) You've got me close to the edge (Don't push us) Pressure building Pressure building

Uh Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah, uh I might hop out in Europe, step all on your heart These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no goin' back I got that dick that'll mess up your life Girl, bangin' with me is gon' come with a price You know some of these niggas is married in life But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife You keep throwin' that back, ain't no throwin' no rights I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line Said I hop out in Europe, step all on your heart If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me Look, my future is bright, so I don't want no parts In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like- I hit the pussy like square up (beat it up) Fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja, baby That's what I think, I don't know the baby She wanna see, wanna know where it's at You fuck me, ain't goin' back Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, yessir) Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram Head good, she might get a gift Say she a ride or die I say "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft" She can't wait to get a piece of me I tell her get all she can eat She ain't never made the honor roll All I see is them double-D's Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy How she chewin' on the wood with no teeth How she made a tidal wave with both cheeks Woo, I might OD Rich nigga, know that's a fact Got your hoe, now you know that's a wrap You keep callin' tryna know where she at I fuck her once, she ain't going back Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no going back She said she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick She say she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick

Your boys and Juicy J Woozy gang Don't let me get in my zone Got a moonrock in my cone Got a bad chick in my i8 & Her ass off of I just rang through but Half a mil to remodel my home That I only slept in twice Smoked out parties every other night I am not at the club I brought the club to me And you not on the guest-list If you ain't got no double D's Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Sleepin on your chick She saw my car and she blacked out She woke up and saw a real nigga, for the first time And passed back out Fucking with a vet I got these hoes in check I break some rubberbands, they get they panties wet Just copped a pound, and let her break it down in a lab Then roll up some more cones And blow more smoke than a power plant

My skin is my cape, huh My black is not beige, huh Natural face, huh That's how I wake up No love for the fake ones You get what you give, huh Bills, bills, bills, bills, spend Kelendria rich, huh Talk saucy and nice, but this shit is sweet Whole 'nother side that you never seen I sow my tithes, you watch 'em reap I talk to God, my minutes are free Two double G's, two double G Cost the walk through fee Lil shit back then, I let that slide and get by me All they tryna get is a act from me And it's all for the reach Back-back up off of me, back up off of me Rose petals on my feet Kelly got bands, Kelly got check Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals Kelly got class, Kelly got ass Kelly's got a man, Kelly pop tags Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels Kelly got drip, Kelly got a stash Kelly got a house, big house on a hill Kelly's so blessed, big class XL Kelly ain't-Kelly ain't got no chill Kelly don't really give a fuck how you feel Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go Go Kelly go, go go Kelly Cop that bag if it's designer I'm so rich that I ain't buy it Don't get tired, I'm too wired Light it up and get inspired All my business, keep it private You know bosses move in silence And I ride it like it's stolen 'Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah Everyday I meet the quota Bitch I really thought it was over I'll always be around, thought I told you Back up off of me, back up off of me 'Fore I get to clapping that annoy ya Kelly got bands, Kelly got check Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals Kelly got class, Kelly got ass Kelly's got a man, Kelly pop tags Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels Kelly got drip, Kelly got a stash Kelly got a house, big house on a hill Kelly's so blessed, big class XL Kelly ain't-Kelly ain't got no chill Kelly don't really give a fuck how you feel Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

We gonna let it smoke What's baby? I wanna hit that You qanna hit this? It's 3am and I'm not with him It's the moment that I know we've both been waiting for Now we can pretend we're together again In the dark letting this slow chill take control And we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit and there ain't no turnin' back now You already got my body gripped Yeah boy you know I like that shit So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin' back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse From detox of lovin' each other If just for an hour or two or three Till six in the morning Do you have a good excuse To be on the down low with me In the tele suite We know that we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now I already got the Magnum glove You already got your ass poked up So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Love is in our veins ain't it I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Guess there ain't no cure We might as well go all the way You know you're wrong for this, I know And I know you've got somebody, Oh well baby But he ain't here no So we might as well, might as well, do what we wanna do You know how I like it, oh boy Don't it feel good to be back together If only for a moment, a minute, an hour For just one night, one night 'Bout to hit it out the park again Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Close the curtains, potential remix

Damn all these muthafuckas are here Can you believe this shit? All these muthafuckas claiming to be R. Kelly But they don't know who he is I'm R.Kelly (that's for damn sure) Look at the muthafucka over there he didn't even got all teeth What the fuck is he trying to be I am R. Kelly (Yeah, Right) But they don't know who The Real R. Kelly is Okay, Now would the real R.Kelly please stand up? Now that's what i'm talking about now. Come on man. Nigga you ain't no R. Kelly