
Only Built 4 Connoisseurs Maze Overlay & SadhuGold (Ft. Roc Marciano)
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[Intro: Roc Marciano & Maze Overlay]
Yeah, Marci (It's not for everybody)
Uh
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Pay homage, the real shottas, bake pies, Neil Diamond
Silver finin', silk collars
Exotic bitch at the Cádiz, that's a goddess
She need guidance, so I got her to the dollars
To be honest, I'm what a don is
Numbers and commas, make all of my summers the bombest
Bust at your bombers, come with them llamas, dump at your partners
Just to fill a nigga stomach with lobster
Young Sinatra, my jacket is ostrich
African cotton boxes, baggin' foxes
Stackin' profits by the boxers, been nice since Travel Foxes
Back when Rastus wore cotlers
The pie did opеned up my pimp chakras
Prouded winner parkеrs
Pistol cockers, Benz nickel parkers
You kick rocks like a civil marcher, while I make a swift departure
Slick talker, then knock your bitch on Parsons and Archer
Roc, remember what the bosses taught ya
Enforcer, and how the real and the real occur
Keep vile on the saucer, like Martha
You a mark to a archer, tools spark, we pursuin' torture
I play my part like The Godfather, or come and hit you with the carver
Yeah, Marci (It's not for everybody)
Uh
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Pay homage, the real shottas, bake pies, Neil Diamond
Silver finin', silk collars
Exotic bitch at the Cádiz, that's a goddess
She need guidance, so I got her to the dollars
To be honest, I'm what a don is
Numbers and commas, make all of my summers the bombest
Bust at your bombers, come with them llamas, dump at your partners
Just to fill a nigga stomach with lobster
Young Sinatra, my jacket is ostrich
African cotton boxes, baggin' foxes
Stackin' profits by the boxers, been nice since Travel Foxes
Back when Rastus wore cotlers
The pie did opеned up my pimp chakras
Prouded winner parkеrs
Pistol cockers, Benz nickel parkers
You kick rocks like a civil marcher, while I make a swift departure
Slick talker, then knock your bitch on Parsons and Archer
Roc, remember what the bosses taught ya
Enforcer, and how the real and the real occur
Keep vile on the saucer, like Martha
You a mark to a archer, tools spark, we pursuin' torture
I play my part like The Godfather, or come and hit you with the carver
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