Marilyn Monroe

Oh

All black

Reeboks got their cool back

What you know about Little Simz?

Not only a little but, wanna step up fall back

See the world, Imma rule that

All my people, you know we the Wolfpack

When I come around, better don't chat

You talk too much, my nigga just go stack

It's originality that you lack

Don't be mad at me coz I'll rap

And I do it better than most

I don't give a fuck that I boast

Got new haters floating deck

All coz I'm the one that they chose

They can't ever reduce my sentence

When I talk my nigga, it's case closed

Bring them cameras out and I'll pose

One time, quick flash. Pose

Get them wheel-ups when I'm onstage

And I'm talking bound for the, bound for the reload

Ask your fella coz I'm sure he knows

Ha, yeah he knows

Actions always speak louder than words

So whatever I do, I keep it on the d-low

Ay, to come through man there's no one I'm letting in

And if you ain't part of the team, there's no way you are getting in

So you better take care or goodbye

Space Age, we the best and I won't lie

Now see Little Simz you won't try

If you really like life

This shit Marilyn Monroe when I'm on a roll

When I gotta go, man we call this call this

Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, Monroe, oh

Ay, now we're gone off of that hype

Now we crabwalk to that side

Just to get blazed up with that green

Wasted cells, that's not what I need

I'm that blur you see with long-sight

Tryna get turnt up with that kite

Up in the sky, high, chill with the realest

Tryna be good, man I ride with the villains

I'll slide with the villains, ain't no mistake

Talk shit, I'll piss-take

When I ride round, back round, I'll switch lanes

This lane's getting too bait

See I didn't know

In the dark, I glow

On the roads, that's the path they chose

Imma stone-cold lover, baby

Ha, you're the love I don't, you're the love I won't show

You're the type to adapt, but I won't mould

Coz they slide from the back like a cobra

Fully strike and attack like a soldier

It's fake love, ain't nobody gonna hold ya

You a dumb-dumb bum and no money in the trunk

And the slums can't fund, little nigga's running slow

Ho, go, Marilyn Monroe

Space

(Next up)

Next up, well I might consider myself

Just tryna get by living in hell

MAC-10s ringing like bells

Mandem sitting in cells

Right, nothing ain't nice

Cold road, everything ice

The other day, one of my little homies got life

I'm tryna fit all of my memories in one line

Stop tryna smile like everything's kosher

I'm injecting you with the venom of seven Cobras

See the devil in you is severed and you a culprit

Severe mass murders, see the end is approaching

Til the war's over, we the heavenly soldiers

I'm just tryna do everything that I was supposed to

Fulfilling the prophecy, I don't want your apology

It's nothing but a lie that's covered up in the truth

Another one of the suits

I can feel the pain as Mother Earth's abused

Imma spit the greatness on a verse to you

When I say fake, I refer to you

I'm sorry but today you can't burn the truth

Nothing but fools

My stomach ain't full and you're looking like food

And none of these dudes ain't having it

Kick 'fore they switch like Anakin

And leave a sad case like Marilyn

Marilyn, Marilyn, yo Marilyn Monroe

Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe