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Marc Summers - Promo. Lyrics



Marc Summers - Promo. Lyrics
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I'm Vince McMahon with the belt and the strut
You cross me, I'm crippler crossing you up
How you want it Young Buck, I go all in I'm All Elite
I'll crush whosoever nxt
Off the top, catch the elbow in the chest
Punk
I'm the best in the world so GTS punk
Listen I waited too damn long for my time to show
I proved and grew, you? Nah, you're not who I'm losing to
Im Westside raised, created W's with my bare hands
You mere mortal, you ain't dealing with a mere man
You see all this gold and blessings
Rarely stressing, I've learned lessons
Gained credit, passed tests
No edits, all confessions
Who want it with me? I might get you for free
I dont need nobody disturbing my chi
Marc summers, they woke the old me
So I had to drop 60 on em like I'm Kobe
Let me breathe
I already said I was different tho
Different flow, walk around in a different mode
Sho nuff I got a different glow
Different this, different that
Dodging different traps, different demons
Different facts, I'm judged by different stats
I move different, I rap different then everyone different claiming they rap different
So many different styles, put different money in different piles
See the difference between us now?
Im on my own wave, hang 10, surfs up
You dodging fades, but you can still get touched up
Dont play dumb, yadda mean
Put hands on your chest like Miskeen
Past slapped me like like E Honda...
Reminiscing back when me and Zac were cruising in the Honda...
CUB... I been doing this before the biters had teeth...
TeethMarks on my feet..see them living under me...
I'm the bull not the bully
Get gully and I bring the smoke to your fern gully...
Life worked out like 2 a days, I just upped the reps
Klass Summers Why expect anything less
Give me ben and Aretha Franklins
Money and respect
You out the sun roof screaming money aint a thing
I'm on the moon screaming the same thing
My roofs the sun, I'm laying with stars and satern rings
I'm bout as fly as my guardian's angels wings
Took the world off my shoulders and put it in my hands
Then broke into pieces started sharing with the fam...
Heel turn heel turn I dont care about the fans...
Just give me the respect that I Demand
Heel turn
Thank you
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I'm Vince McMahon with the belt and the strut
You cross me, I'm crippler crossing you up
How you want it Young Buck, I go all in I'm All Elite
I'll crush whosoever nxt
Off the top, catch the elbow in the chest
Punk
I'm the best in the world so GTS punk
Listen I waited too damn long for my time to show
I proved and grew, you? Nah, you're not who I'm losing to
Im Westside raised, created W's with my bare hands
You mere mortal, you ain't dealing with a mere man
You see all this gold and blessings
Rarely stressing, I've learned lessons
Gained credit, passed tests
No edits, all confessions
Who want it with me? I might get you for free
I dont need nobody disturbing my chi
Marc summers, they woke the old me
So I had to drop 60 on em like I'm Kobe
Let me breathe
I already said I was different tho
Different flow, walk around in a different mode
Sho nuff I got a different glow
Different this, different that
Dodging different traps, different demons
Different facts, I'm judged by different stats
I move different, I rap different then everyone different claiming they rap different
So many different styles, put different money in different piles
See the difference between us now?
Im on my own wave, hang 10, surfs up
You dodging fades, but you can still get touched up
Dont play dumb, yadda mean
Put hands on your chest like Miskeen
Past slapped me like like E Honda...
Reminiscing back when me and Zac were cruising in the Honda...
CUB... I been doing this before the biters had teeth...
TeethMarks on my feet..see them living under me...
I'm the bull not the bully
Get gully and I bring the smoke to your fern gully...
Life worked out like 2 a days, I just upped the reps
Klass Summers Why expect anything less
Give me ben and Aretha Franklins
Money and respect
You out the sun roof screaming money aint a thing
I'm on the moon screaming the same thing
My roofs the sun, I'm laying with stars and satern rings
I'm bout as fly as my guardian's angels wings
Took the world off my shoulders and put it in my hands
Then broke into pieces started sharing with the fam...
Heel turn heel turn I dont care about the fans...
Just give me the respect that I Demand
Heel turn
Thank you
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Writer: Marcel Robinson Jr
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Performed By: Marc Summers
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Marcel Robinson Jr

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