Letra 76 Roc Marciano

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Quadraports, slide off through a time warp
Been getting money before dinosaur
Dimes is on Llamas is long
Write rhymes on island resorts
Dimes who snort
Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport
Push a fly two door like Too $hort
I’m just a artist with a tech
Hard as a beget
Carve a nigga head
You a meatball, get squeezed on
Your physical being turn to cream corn
Slice a quarter for the order,
Supporter, roll dice on the corner
Gats tucked, big cash can touch em at the
cusp
Couple of hundred racks on the rug
Young don, son’s under the arm
He treat Lamborghinis like bumper cars
Got scars
Chains around the necks like scarves
Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn
I’m the next big thing
Chickenheads cling the bed spring king
Run the ring, my head is on
The top of the pyramids
Pictures of me and all of my affiliates
We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage
Let them know what it really is
Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs
I fire semis in too many wigs
I’m feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny big
You literally live as a guinea pig
If the timbs ain’t on deck
You know the pennies is
Your fingers still penny pinch
You make me pull a mack milli
Out the Fendi trench
At any event, hold the twelve gauge that’s
heavy as shit
For every clip we let steadily rip, push your
afro back to Seventy Six, motherfucker
Niggas is petty, legendary
All of my enemies are dead and buried
I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle
Burn holes in your belly like Henny
Betty, turn up dead like Freddy
For owing niggas fetti
Get cut with the machete
Lift you up quick with the desy
Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy
Your bitch get fucked, missionary
Visionary, I bust shots out
The tinted end daddy
Ghetto poet
Four up in the rodent look bloated
You shouldnt’ve gloated, I unloaded
I was molded to stand up
When other niggas folded
The spirit out your body just floated
Word to my son, I’ll murder a bum
Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum
Your future look glum
I heard I feel numb, I’m numb when guns
bang on you like steel drums, spill blood
Plus sweat before I lift the iron up, stretch
Clutch the tec, bust til your wet heads
rubberneck
Like, “Damn, what a fucking mess.”
Who want come test or unimpressed
Make you undress
To eat food like I’m underfed
Dump with the Feds, like I’m on the dead
With one in the head
Don’t let it be left unsaid