(Movie Dialogue)
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Check it
I learned from the old heads
Invest the overhead
Don't let what was said
Go over your head
Don't go and bet the whole loaf of bread
So many soldiers bled
It left the ocean red
Open your head
Brain matter fell on the Pro-Keds
Broker deals with the cokeheads
It came when the culture was dead
I shocked the game
Rose rose from the bed
Frankenstein with the bolts in the neck
I'm approaching the home stretch
I only took a break to give the stove a rest
I'm back in the kitchen
I'm scratching the itch
?What's on his wrist?
?Half a chicken?
It's already clicking
Nit-pick
Good shit
Like listening to some air conditioning
This is frigid
So many niggas switch
Its slim pickins
?You better had to flip?
To get a different template
I'm hot tempered
To get away from pigs as children
We hopped the fences
To the project benches
The blocks was hot
We was sprintin
Coulda tried out for the Olympics
But I didn't
Took a hit, got knocked
The ?? was ?dented?
Locked in prison on the block
Where White Suprem'ists rock the swastikas
Even though the odds was against us
God was with us
This a dirty job
To wash the garbage niggas
I'm a target hitta
You a mark
Just like them old Seagal pictures
Just for talking shit
I'm taking all your bitches
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[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
187's, felons, cain sellers
Back when cain was selling
Had the big chain with the name embedded
Made some bread and
My ladies aided and abetted
The Mercedes ain't rented
Bitch I was saving up to get it
This some bucket list shit
??? just run a couple tickets
Cut some denim to tuck the stick in
Niggas putting shit out with nothing stickin
I'm by the oven
I'll have my youngins butter your biscuit
Banana clips to end your monkey bidness
[?] iron deficient
Bitch if I ain't the flyest
Then I'm lying to the mirror
Raise the bar in the game
Shit was dying
I had to make a higher ceiling
Faggot niggas out here acting like I didn't
[Outro]
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[Intro] (Movie Dialogue) [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Check it I learned from the old heads Invest the overhead Don't let what was said Go over your head Don't go and bet the whole loaf of bread So many soldiers bled It left the ocean red Open your head Brain matter fell on the Pro-Keds Broker deals with the cokeheads It came when the culture was dead I shocked the game Rose rose from the bed Frankenstein with the bolts in the neck I'm approaching the home stretch I only took a break to give the stove a rest I'm back in the kitchen I'm scratching the itch ?What's on his wrist? ?Half a chicken? It's already clicking Nit-pick Good shit Like listening to some air conditioning This is frigid So many niggas switch Its slim pickins ?You better had to flip? To get a different template I'm hot tempered To get away from pigs as children We hopped the fences To the project benches The blocks was hot We was sprintin Coulda tried out for the Olympics But I didn't Took a hit, got knocked The ?? was ?dented? Locked in prison on the block Where White Suprem'ists rock the swastikas Even though the odds was against us God was with us This a dirty job To wash the garbage niggas I'm a target hitta You a mark Just like them old Seagal pictures Just for talking shit I'm taking all your bitches ... ... [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] 187's, felons, cain sellers Back when cain was selling Had the big chain with the name embedded Made some bread and My ladies aided and abetted The Mercedes ain't rented Bitch I was saving up to get it This some bucket list shit ??? just run a couple tickets Cut some denim to tuck the stick in Niggas putting shit out with nothing stickin I'm by the oven I'll have my youngins butter your biscuit Banana clips to end your monkey bidness [?] iron deficient Bitch if I ain't the flyest Then I'm lying to the mirror Raise the bar in the game Shit was dying I had to make a higher ceiling Faggot niggas out here acting like I didn't [Outro] ... ... ... Explain Request ×
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