Kevin Gates - Marshall Mathers Lyrics

Disassociating threes in the building
(BARAAKAAA)
How they leave as we flee the scene
Brief apparition of my agenda
I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being
Just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fire flies
Think I know wings
Bitch I fell in love with Lil Meeky (WAAAAAH)
Off the amphetamines, ain't have alot
In fact she was happy
I wouldn’t sell her dreams
Now I'm selling things, with the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper, closed hamper
Putting tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success, still
Dealing with the devil I only know as myself
In the mirror I see God and
That only God is myself
Prayers answer, closed caption
Mr mathers no distraction
In the kitchen, no whippin
Straight drop is manufactured
For the few who choose to
Be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as
I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, which ever way that
You call it

Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good hearted and prone to fuck up
My family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I
Love has betrayed me (MATHERS)
Hate to say it sometimes I
Wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind
But don't like when I say shit (MATHERS)
Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product
Out of a broken home (MATHERS)
Made believers out of men as
I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover
I grab the cover of Rolling Stone (MATHERS)

(sometimes i feel like Marshall Mathers)

This goes out to those out there
Who hate to be alive
Searching for placement is being
Taken by surprise
Besides, it's hard tryna always find
The fun in they jokes
Always endin' up the butt of they jokes
(you fucking faggot)
Contemplation of it ending with this
Pistol to my temple
Thinking if I pull this trigger will
This semi take my misery away
Or would I just be killing me in vain
Relationship estranged
Shorty asking how I deal with it everyday
Magazine filled, single mission or army
Up in the Benz with a mini and
Rip the arm of a target two time is talking
One coughing: the coffin called ya
Powdered sugar up in ya Café au lait
I could coffee call ya
Im in the Boston Market where
Niggas beefing from both sides
Detroit's fine, searching for a line
All the dope dry
Talented, ghetto niggas looking for work
Conviction facing
Most'll go and get it out on the curb absurd

Good heart and prone to fuck up
My family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I
Love has betrayed me (MATHERS)
Hate to say it sometimes i
Wish i wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind
But don't like when i say shit (MATHERS)
Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product
Out of a broken home (MATHERS)
Made believers out of men as
I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover
I grab the cover of rolling stone (MATHERS)
Sometimes i feel like Marshall Mathers
Sometimes i feel like Marshall Mathers