Higher Self Roc Marciano (Ft. Flee Lord & T.F)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Uh, yo
Money to spoil whores with the spoils of war
But the only bitch I know loyal is a dog
Most must be avoided at all costs
'Cause with certain lines you cross, ain't no settlin' in court
Fuck you thought? This sauce ain't store-bought
Gotta be born with this sort of blowtorch
The forty blow you and your cohort off the porch (Blat)
For the small price of what a cup of coffee costs
Uh, you see we popped
You broke, so you takin' cheap shots, rockin' G-Shocks
I ain't even shocked, you need to watch, we're on demon time
Even when I'm inside Neiman's gettin' fly
You cryin' for a piece of the pie, I just want peace of mind
These the simplе things currency can't buy
The treasurе is buried in the sky, not protected by leprechauns
The queen rests her head on my chest to cry (It's okay, baby)
I know you love to ear-hustle
Can't trust if you keep things between us two (Shh)
No keepin' secrets if we a couple
Sneak disses, I heard a couple, it's beneath me like a sneaker bubble
Any rebuttal better be subtle
What's done is done, no one was born with a stunt double, uh
'Cause I'll put every last one of you under the rubble