Marvellous

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

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 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 that God guide him

How my young boy so different? I don't know, but I pray

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, Josiah 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

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 want a 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