The One with No Discounts by MARTY, GAWVI, Tommy Royale


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Marty For President 2 by MARTY

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The One with No Discounts
by MARTY, GAWVI, Tommy Royale

Album: Marty For President 2
by MARTY, GAWVI, Tommy Royale


Intro: Marty
I made this song during quarantine, second week
Let's just drop this as soon as possible
Yeah

Chorus: Marty
No handouts had to make it happen (Make it happen)
Gotta a grace on me, yeah, and it's everlasting (Woo)
I can't waste no time, this can't be like last year (No, no, no)
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo, yeah
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo, yeah

Verse 1: Marty
Gotta one up all these lil rappers (Lil rappers)
I'm not the same Marty that you spoke to last year (No, no, no)
Treatin' every year like it was my last year (Sheesh)
Yeah, and if it was, give my pub to my girl (Woo)
Jump shot, wrist, then I hit 'em with the swirl
I see it in your face, I don't need to hear a word (Not a word)
Yeah, this a blessing and a curse (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told God that I'll never go to church (Yes I did)
Holy Spirit in me told me not to worry (Not to worry)
Told me I was callin' you before your, (Woo) birth
So get back on your feet and get to work (Get to work)
Yeah, you were at your best at my worst, yeah

Chorus: Marty & GAWVI
No handouts had to make it happen (Make it happen)
Gotta a grace on me, yeah, and it's everlasting (Woo)
I can't waste no time, this can't be like last year (No, no, no)
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo, yeah
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
No handouts I gotta make it happen (Make it happen)
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo, yeah (Yeah, yeah, ah-oh-oh)

Verse 2: GAWVI
Yeah, feelin' like a brand new kid
They hit the like but they go and switch
MartyMar, where I start?
Rhema Soul days locked in the stu'
Even shared a class up in high school
Remember days dreamin', listenin' to Wu
Broward boys, yeah, they wanna be crew
I know you tired of the fake
But you already know how we play the game
Many doubted us, broken promises
Now we hit the road up
Coogi sweater down, cops all around, you my dawg 'til we die, yeah (Oh)
Yeah, boy, this ain't no hand-out
Yeah, yeah, we just made it happen, that's on God, yeah
This ain't even, huh
Boy, you know a heathen, yeah
Been ridin' since day one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mm
I can't waste no time, this can't be like last year (No, no, no)
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo

Verse 3: Marty
Yeah, in the Ville and I'm steady stackin' (Steady stackin')
Never woulda dreamed we could make it rappin' (Make it rappin')
Me and GAWVI, we're still sellin' fashion (Sellin' fashion)
Thought my Tesla hands-free and then I crashed it, woo, yeah
Misfit gang lookin' at me like woah (Woah)
Now the Devil lookin' at me like no (No)
Haters waitin' and expectin' me to lose (Woo)
But all we do is win, what's a truce? (What's a truce?)
Sheesh, capisce, Humble Beast (Woo)
But I still got this game on leash

Chorus: Marty
Yeah, no handouts had to make it happen
Gotta a grace on me, yeah, and it's everlasting
I can't waste no time, this can't be like last year
Heard a lot of talkin', heard a lot of cappin', woo, yeah (Muchos estan capiando, jeje, Tommy)

Verse 4: Tommy Royale
El nene fichu (Hey)
Un ano y ya me pagan por los feature' (Ooh-wee)
Aqui no hay issue (Hey)
Par de meses en esto, yo soy como el virus (Ooh-wee)
¿Como es posible? (Hey)
2018, Dios me hizo libre (Oh, no)
Las iglesia' aqui no me quieren
No importa, porque en las discos somo' miles (Brr)
Jesus
Me miran porque soy la luz
Te busco como Celia Cruz
El tumbao' que yo tengo es "¡whoosh!"
Ya tengo mi cruz
No me quieren aqui, no me quieren aca
Porque traigo sazon, ellos solo quieren sal
No me pongo a quejar, me pongo a grabar
Para decir que tu estas mal
So no te metas, no aceptamos fekas
Al fin logre mi meta, de ser el mas que suena, eh-ah, jaja (Ooh-wee)
No handouts, no me dieron na'
El combo que yo tengo, todos son leal
Estan vendiendo suenos, yo no voy a comprar
Hablo sin capiar (Jejejeje)

Outro: Tommy Royale
Tommy, Marty for president, que por este si voto
There's no apologies


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