Gmfu - Songtext
von Marco Plus

Yeah nigga
(Ay)
It′s Marco
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Okay

I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Niggas really got me fucked up
Niggas really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
I ain't goin out bad
I ain't goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up ay
Nigga really got me fucked up


Ironic how the niggas with dreams don′t get a lot of sleep
I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief
Still in the hood
Matter fact I live on the hottest street
Where guys′ll beef
And stray bullets'll hit ya partners cheek
This shit get wicked
Whenever I step outside I cock the piece
Before I go out like a bitch
I′ll let my glock release
Leave opps deceased
I'm duckin the rain shower
The bang sound′ll blow ya eardrums
But the pain louder
I can't cower
Its smoke in the air and the strain′s sour
Keep Palo santo in my bedroom
I light it and I manifest that I don't end up dead soon
Paranoid I can't help it
Been this way since a youngin
Nigga play, get the gun & get to gunnin
Bitch it′s nothin
I can′t go out like a lame
On the gang Imma bang
I'm sincere
Like Nas from Belly until the clip clear
Cuz it aint problems I′m chasing
But I put my life over yours
I swear you not finna take it, on God

I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Niggas really got me fucked up
Niggas really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up ay
Nigga really got me fucked up


Ridin with heathens & rebels
Dodging the demons and devils
I got my feet on the pedal
Just tryna get through the underworld
I smell blood in the air
Tension as thick as a southern girl
Dese young niggas wit switches
Send ya clique to other world
These vests ain't gon cut it these days
The glock commence the hood olympics
Buss it in the air and start a fuckin relay
Outside on my side it look like fuckin D day
So many high speeds this shit sound like a fuckin speedway
Niggas mercilous
Just murder shit
No peacin up or truce
If we work through shit
And learn from shit
They see it as excuse
Like niggas pussy
Got you standin on some shit that don't mean much
Now niggas got smoke
They take ya clique
And roll a mean blunt
And I ain′t tryna be on the wrong side of the session
A long rifle protective
From powers that′s tryna cut off the strong line I was blessed with
No disrespect is tolerated
Turm niggas to trauma patients
Just tryna say that

I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up ay
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
(piano outro)

Ironic how the nigga wit dreams dont get a lotta sleep
I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief
Still in the hood
Matter fact, I live on the hottest street
Where guys a beef
And stray bullets a hit ya patna cheek
This shit gettin wicked
Whenever I step outside I cock the piece
Before I go out like a bitch
I'm lettin my glock release
Leave opps deceased
Im duckin the rainshower
The bang sound a blow ya eardrum but the pain louder
I can′t cower
It's smoke in the air and the strain's sour
Keep palo santo in my bedroom
I light it and I manifest that I dont end up dead soon
Paranoid i cant help it, been this way since a youngin
Nigga play, get the gun and get to gunnin bitch its nothin
I can′t go out like a lame
On the gang, imma bang
I′m sincere
Like nas from belly until the clip cleared
Cus it aint problems im chasin but i put my life over yours, i swear you not finna take it, on god

I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga

Ridin wit heathens and rebels
Dodgin the demons and devils
I got my feet to the pedal just tryna get thru the underworld
I smell blood in the air tension as thick as a southern girl
Dese young nigga wit switches send ya clique to the other world
These vests just aint go cut it these days
The glock start the hood olympics
Buss it in the air and start a fuckin relay
Outside on my side it look like fuckin d day
So many high speeds, this shit sound like a fuckin speedway
Nigga merciless, just murder shit, no peacin up or truce
If we work thru shit and learn from shit they see it as excuse
Like nigga pussy
Gotchu standin on some shit that dont mean much
Now nigga got smoke, they take ya clique and roll a mean blunt
And i aint tryna be on the wrong side of the session
A long rifle protecting from powers thats tryna cut off the strong light that I was blessed with
No disrespect is tolerated
Turn niggas to trauma patients
Just tryna say that

I ain't goin out bad
I ain′t goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga
I ain't goin out bad
I ain't goin out sad
Nigga really got me fucked up
Nigga really got me fucked up
I just be minding my business my nigga