
I.G.W.T Roc Marciano
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[Verse 1]
All we got is us, in God we trust
This how the job sound when it's properly done
Imma only run this down to y'all cocksuckers once
I'm not to be touched
Like the oven top when it's hot without gloves
Wash up a scrub all you see is suds
You so dusty now that we done we gotta clean the tub (dirty niggas)
Steam from the gun released the wrinkles from your cheap-fitting tux
Talked so greasy, B, he was obviously drunk (must be fucked up)
Deep in the game, my Adidas is stuck
I'm no mind reader, my G, but I could see what's to come
When I spoke redeemed, this the holy Ghost cuz I believe I'm speaking in tongues
I'm leaving blood on the sheets I'm reading from
Bob and weave cause the key's not to get beat to the punch
Chop you though, all you see is pieces and chunks
Looking like the toppings you eat at pizza hut
Ain't no sweeping me under the rug like the secret you tucked (you ain't low)
You think it's love then motherfuckers sink their teeth in your grub (eat your food, nigga)
To keep it a buck I been greedy, I done feasted enough
Shots of tequila and Puerto Rican rum
Off the reefer I caught a decent buzz
The street I'm from, it ain't all peaches and plums
You either a bum or you keep what the fiends want in your sneaker tongue (uh)
[Refrain]
All we got is us
In God we trust, nigga
All we got is us
In God we trust, nigga
All we got is us, in God we trust
This how the job sound when it's properly done
Imma only run this down to y'all cocksuckers once
I'm not to be touched
Like the oven top when it's hot without gloves
Wash up a scrub all you see is suds
You so dusty now that we done we gotta clean the tub (dirty niggas)
Steam from the gun released the wrinkles from your cheap-fitting tux
Talked so greasy, B, he was obviously drunk (must be fucked up)
Deep in the game, my Adidas is stuck
I'm no mind reader, my G, but I could see what's to come
When I spoke redeemed, this the holy Ghost cuz I believe I'm speaking in tongues
I'm leaving blood on the sheets I'm reading from
Bob and weave cause the key's not to get beat to the punch
Chop you though, all you see is pieces and chunks
Looking like the toppings you eat at pizza hut
Ain't no sweeping me under the rug like the secret you tucked (you ain't low)
You think it's love then motherfuckers sink their teeth in your grub (eat your food, nigga)
To keep it a buck I been greedy, I done feasted enough
Shots of tequila and Puerto Rican rum
Off the reefer I caught a decent buzz
The street I'm from, it ain't all peaches and plums
You either a bum or you keep what the fiends want in your sneaker tongue (uh)
[Refrain]
All we got is us
In God we trust, nigga
All we got is us
In God we trust, nigga
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