Hoard 90 Roc Marciano

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Yeah, motherfuckers
Praise him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Marc, niggas
Uh, yeah, uh, A-L-C
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Posted up, gettin' my mack on, Jimmy Crack Corn
Sean packed the .38 long, John Gotti, Dapper Don font
My name was written in, it glisten in the dark
You got a Haagen Dazs heart, this is modern art
A start could run you a body part, Maseratis is parked
Five chains like Mardi Gras, spark
Beef never gets squashed, firearms pop
Why not shop? Rub fly vagina like Icy Hot
And hoard 90 in a Nike box
Arms in cardigans, parkas is like margarine
Revolvers is tucked in the Starter kit
I call it self-glorification
When the Porsche is escapin', euphoria's tasted
Words from my lips is permanent bliss
Superbness, you can't learn this with a internship
Experience, you nothin' to be taken serious
Display the .38 mysterious
The jewelry is luxurious, period
The position niggas is in, I pity it
About to take over this whole shit
Hoes ride dick like Pogo stick
Laughin' as I advertise fabulous rhymes
All that vernacular is fly
Caught your eye with just one try