Dave Marvellous Lyrics
He feel marvellous
He robbed a man and he feel marvellous
Josiah only seventeen, he got that darg in him
I used to see him at my church, it was his marj and him
We known this kid for kicking ball and he was hard
He could have made a professional
Had a trial, we told him, “You got chance”
My God
We said the streets at nothing nice, he said, “Let’s see”
He’s tryna take a trip and put that to the test
He’s tryna to turn 4 and a half into a 9
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
Why am I shocked he’s lying to me?
Asked my young boy what he’s trying to be
And he don’t wanna good girl, he wanna whore
He don’t wanna a good job, he wanna gun
And he don’t wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
And he don’t wanna make friends, he want a gang
And he don’t wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
How my young boy so different, I don’t know
But I pray God guide him
And how my boy so different, I don’t know, but I pray
He feel incredible
He’s shot a man, he feel incredible
Josiah trapping, twenty-two, and true, he’s terrible
He wanna travel to the States, he ineligible
Said he’s a criminal
Now he’s doing numbers on his phone, got youngers of his own
A Glock the mandem bought him and a Russian of his own
He’s got some pagans that he beefs, evading the police
But going crazy from the day he got released
‘Cause now he’s into Cali weed, grabba leaf, cocaine, Hennessy
Robberies, bank fraud, O.T, 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 youngest 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 salary, Josiah smoking celery
Started recreationally but now they do it medically
It’s weighing on me, that shit weighing on me heavily
I think about it regularly, Josiah’s in the jailhouse
In penitentiary with charges that were meant for me
Facing ten potentially, but he was just protecting me
Before you think to step to me, just know my younger next to me
And God knows
He don’t wanna good girl, he wanna whore
He don’t wanna a good job, he wanna gun
And he don’t wanna kick ball, he wanna bun
And he don’t wanna make friends, he want a gang
And he don’t wanna stack bread, he wanna bang
How my young boy so different, I don’t know
But I pray God guide him
And how my boy so different, I don’t know, but I pray