Marilyn Monroe

[Verse 1- Little Simz] 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 [Hook x4- Little Simz] Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, Monroe, oh [Verse 2- Chuck20] 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 [Hook x4] [Verse 3- Remus] 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 [Last Hook- Remus] Marilyn, Marilyn, yo Marilyn Monroe Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe Space