Marc.Made - Ode to Fame Lyrics

Summertime Miami got me feeling vibey
Where da 2nd language English and girls picante
Where everybody flaunt they green but its no wasabi
Got me smashin on a ting like issa new hobby
Shout out all da blacks here who dont think they black
Who think they dey demographic different because of where dey at
Yet you know what leather smell like cus yo mama strap
Sent you to school, leftover food in clear wrap
Dat got you thinking huh, yeah u lookin real dumb
Just because you bout da bag dont make you a real one
Ain't gotta car, stay with mom, den say yo bills up
Yall either sticky situations or yall real gum
You gotta choose, this can be yo ode to fame
I just hope you hear dis joint and dat you make a change
Yeah... and dat you make some change
And i promise that ill do the same
Ode to Fame
Summertime Atlanta thank you for yo grinding
All dat learning from ya hustlers you den taught me timing
Swear yall keep it most original deez others jocking
It's cool, business is business so its copyrighted
Shoutout to my people on they own thang
Making stories outta life, squad goals gang
Front to back, i never had to turn da page
Same shooters from da dorm this my ode to Fame
If i never said i love yall man i know im late
But i know you know i do so a scholar straight
I been busy tryna build tryna graduate
Tryna make my parents proud and get deez accolades
I den met some cool figures out here by the way
You would approve they like you thats just all ill say
And my bro, you know i love you most of all
And my little ninja Lucky, shout out Mom and Pops
Da Carter family, and every single Starks
Shamara Gough...
What a Summertime yeah what a Summertime
I just hope dis give you summer vibes
Ode to fame