[Verse 1: Token]

Dad told me doin' coke in college barely affected him

If he was still alive, I'd get him better shit

He never hit my mom, but he her reason why depression hit

Every good man has an edge to him

Every good man has an edge to him

She don't want me to leave, she got me edgin' with her

Didn't act like a baby, my nanny was a Devil sitter

Devil's under the ground, 'cause she kept groundin' me every winter

Every summer, fall to spring like plumbers on the sink

I stick my hand in drama, puncture off my rings

The girl spoke to me more politely than how butlers talk to kings

I fucked her off a kink, bitch

Usher always sings, and rug burns always sting

And my patience is always thin enough to jump to modeling

[Verse 2: MARCO PLUS]

Back up 'fore I cause a scene

And have your mom and them lettin' out awful screams

It's me and Toke and ISO'ing niggas, don't gotta call a screen

We Luka and LeBron James off the lean and a vault of beans

Smokin' on a spliff, full of your best friend

My clip full on the west end

No religious rituals, I just sin

It's just in, the south side villain back on the street with a MAC in his jeep

And he clap if you askin' for beef

You cats looking weak, you asking for peace

Ask for the piece

Then leave your whole mag

Order your mask or your fleece

And jump back in the Wagoneer and do the dash from police

Heard he was stressed before we shot him

I hope he passed in relief

Pussy

[Chorus: Token]

Marco, lower that beam

(Oh, he's hiding his likes)

I know what that mean

(All his features are bought)

I know what that mean

(Now, he blame TikTok)

Yeah, I know what that mean

Ayy, Marco, lower that beam

(No, it's a concept album)

I know what that mean

(Now, he mad at his label)

(And his show was only filmed from one angle)

Yeah, I know what that mean (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Token]

I wanted my grandma to see my house, but she just passed

I hope she's in heaven appreciatin' the view I have

Mom never dated after my dad, I had no stepdad

That's how I want all my bitches to be after I leave their ass

Make them hate men forever

A hater ain't legend never

My page is they epicenter

At eight, they ain't check my temper

My brain just ain't getting better

They made me take tests to measure

Like day-to-day Helen Keller

My aimin' ain't ever better

I may just break MJ's record

Her days are straight rest and pleasure

Like Labor Day stretched forever

I was only a kid, I guess those ladies, they sex offenders

'Cause my dick was in grown-ups more than David Spade, Adam Sandler

My anger, rage, wrath and banters on stage like they back-up dancers

My lady say, "Have some manners"

She ain't a straight happy camper

My bank's like extravaganza

My saving grace? That's the answer

I make mistakes, bad as the amateurs who raised the late Adam Lanza

All of my friends are dead, they got the face who they cast as Chandler

Bathing like Matthew Perry, but it's Bathing Ape, have a gander

There's sickness behind my bars, like inmates when they battle cancer

My capital is conquered, I should change my name as New Hampshire

[Verse 4: MARCO PLUS]

Perusing through the opposition block with pistols cocked to get a drop

We hoppin' out the fuckin' whip, I'm sick of spinnin' blocks, my aim is bad

Pop up out the bushes and I flame his ass

Thought he was acting wild, but he wasn't lyin', I had to tame him fast

I done put a beam upon his head, but this ain't laser tag

I signed to Roc Nation, now niggas hate me like they Damon Dash

He told his bitch to stop playin' my music, that shit make him sad

An artist by composition, this ho payin' me to paint her ass

I'm like Bob Ross but mob boss

Let off shots, your dawg lost

Hop in the whip, you haul off

Raise a pistol, Holmes

Me and my dawgs kill all of his dawgs

I'm Victor Holmes

We lookin' like some fuckin' chain-smokers

How many Sigs was blown

[Chorus: Token]

Marco, lower that beam (Marco)

(Oh, he's hiding his likes)

I know what that mean

(All his features are bought)

I know what that mean

(Now he blame TikTok)

Yeah, I know what that mean

(Ayy, Marco) Lower that beam

(No, it's a concept album)

I know what that mean

(Now, he mad at his label)

(And his show was only filmed from one angle)

Yeah, I know what that mean (Ayy)

[Verse 5: Token]

I don't do lines, I seen 'em turn my sister crooked

But my fourth-grade best friend is addicted and he looks it

He just broke down the pills while I broke down the reasons why he shouldn't

He slid 'em over to me and I pushed it (I pushed that shit away)

I got boundaries, you didn't know? (I do)

You gotta be a pretty girl to push shit in my nose

Tippy-toes is what my dad chose to leave the bedroom with

He acted way too suicidal for a child, so when I was ten and shit

When he slept too long, I had to check on him (I did)

Big respect to him (I love you)

Ever since I watched the Godfather

I don't like people sittin' directly in back of me

My father showed me the Godfather

And that's the only thing he did that was fatherly (Don't talk to me)

Talkative men bother me

Too much time on your hands

Go have some fun or stack some cash or something

Bitch pass the cup, I need a happy buzz

Vodka got me talkin' with a lisp

It's not a Grey Goose, it's Daffy Duck

Happy brunch, happy birthday (What's your lucky number?)

Twenty-four always been my lucky number

It's me and my sister's birthday

And it's how many hours are in a day

And that puts me in first place, so when Dad died on the 24th

I took it as a good thing

[Outro: MARCO PLUS]

What the fuck?