True Love Roc Marciano

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[Intro]
(Uh)
(Hunnid block, Marc)

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's the Ferrari whipper, Bacardi sipper
The Carti's with the Marni slippers
How I slid out the party with gaudy bitches
Hard to resist, my body different like the Karma Fisker
Y'all all washed, it's a laundry list of you sorry niggas
Carbon copy niggas' pots get twisted, like you're locked in with Robin Givens
After all the diamonds and dinners she claim, "It's not givin'" (It's not giving)
Everything isn't ice 'cause it glitter, nigga
From hookers to juxters
Had the raw jumpin' like it was sugar fish
My hood bitch'll cook some shit
My good friend's in the bushes with the stick
With some bullets to send, shit'll hit ya
By now, you get the picture
We up, nigga, fuck 'em, we ball

[Chorus]
To all my
To all my
To all my
Sleep next to my rifle right next to my Bible
Uh, yeah, ain't no love
(Hunnid block)
Ain't no love unless it's loot and guns
So we goin' up high, it's on, it's up
Shine my light (Shine my light)
Bright like my ice, my jeweler nice
To all my
To all my
(Lit, baby)