Marvellous Lyrics by Dave
Verse 1
He feel marvellous
He robbed a man and he feel marvellous
Josiah only seventeen, he got that dog in him
I used to see him at my church, it was his marj and him
We know this kid for kickin’ ball and he was hard
He could’ve made it professional, had a trial, we told him, “You got a chance”
My God
We said the streets ain’t nothin’ nice, he said, “Let’s see”
He’s tryna take a trip and put that to the test
He’s tryna turn four-and-a-half into a nine
Divide that shit into decimals, make it stretch
First time I ever met him, I said he’s blessed
But if he can’t even keep it real with himself, am I shocked if he’s lyin’ to me?
Asked my young boy what he’s tryin’ to be
Chorus
And he don’t want a good girl, he want a ho
He don’t want a good job, he want a gun
And he don’t wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
And he don’t wanna make friends, he wanna gang
And he don’t wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
How my young boy so different? I don’t know, but I pray that God guide him
How my young boy so different? I don’t know, but I pray
Verse 2
He feel incredible
He shot a man, he feel incredible
Josiah trappin’ twenty-two in two, it’s terrible
He wanna travel to the States, he’s ineligible
Said he’s a criminal
Now he’s doin’ numbers on his phone, got youngins of his own
A Glock the mandem bought him, and a Russian of his own
He’s got some paigons that he beefs, evadin’ the police
Been goin’ crazy from the day he got released
‘Cause now he’s into Cali weed, Grabba leaf, cocaine, Hennessy
Robberies, bank fraud, OT, enemies
He fuck with Aaliyah, fuck with Lisa, Stephanie
And he got some cases we don’t know if he can ever beat
And he look at us like we some people he could never be
We should have never made our youngers hold a 17
All I ever wanted was for you to be a better you
All I ever wanted was for you to be a better me
Fuck about a salary, just started smokin’ celery
Started recreationally, but now they do it medically
It’s weighin’ on me, that shit weighin’ on me heavily
I think about it regularly, Josiah’s in the jailhouse
In penitentiary with charges that were meant for me
Facin’ ten potentially, but he was just protectin’ me
Before he think to step to me, just know my youngin next to me
And God knows
Chorus
He don’t want a good girl, he want a ho
He don’t want a good job, he want a gun (He don’t want a good job, he want a—)
And he don’t wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
And he don’t wanna make friends, he wanna gang (He don’t wanna make friends, he wanna—)
And he don’t wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
How my young boy so different?, I don’t know, but I pray that God guide him
How my young boy so different? I don’t know, but I pray
