Ayy
I gotta make it outta this fucking hood (I swear)
Cause the way these niggas treating me ain't really good (Yeah)
Right now am in a fucking Bad Mood (Bad Mood)
It's a Mood Swing but i called it Swing Mood
These niggas ain't loyal
Fuck that bitch that called me player
They all tryna stab me in my back (Yeah)
They tryna kill me but am not X (shh,shh,shh)
This frame ain't really clear
Like these niggas too ain't really clear
Asking for advice but people ain't there
This shit crazy and causing lotta fear (Hot,Hot,Hot)
Bitches fake and niggas ain't real (Real)
I need a record label or a deal (Yeah)
Swear to God they tryna eat my meal
When I know they faking, if you know how I feel
The Street never had me in their back
Some niggas tryna stab me in my back
They even recognized me when it's dark
They've even forgotten my name is Mark
The Street never had me in their back
Some niggas tryna stab me in my back
They even recognized me when it's dark
They've even forgotten my name is Mark
The streets never had me in their box
Some niggas try to stop me and my bar
They even recognize me when it's dark
But I just know I gotta hustle hard
And I know I gotta be a star
Everyday hustle, tryna make it far
Chasing paper so we walk on boulevards
Gotta be a king in this game of cards
And I gotta be so real
Niggas in the street
They be trying not to get killed
Where I'm from poor niggas tryna make a mill
Working hard
Tryna eat
Tryna make it home still
The Street never had me in their back
Some niggas tryna stab me in my back
They even recognized me when it's dark
They've even forgotten my name is Mark
The Street never had me in their back
Some niggas tryna stab me in my back
They even recognized me when it's dark
They've even forgotten my name is Mark
The Street never had me in their back
Some niggas tryna stab me in my back
They even recognized me when it's dark
They've even forgotten my name is Mark
My name is Mark
My name is Mark
My name is Mark