Nine Spray Roc Marciano (Ft. Ka)

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Dust these niggas the fuck off real quick, man
(Yeah, word... c'mon.... c'mon...)
Marc, nigga... huh...

[Hook: Roc Marciano]
My mind spray, my nine spray – yeah
My mind spray – what, my nine spray
Niggas sly, baby – my nine spray
My mind spray, my nine spray

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw, no Lifestyles
Fly whores get piped down
My sores get iced down, I'm like "owww"
The K put you out the game like five fouls
You outta bounds, I'm outta town runnin' with hounds
Dumpin' the cal, kick up a dust cloud
The gun is rust brown, it's a oldie, but goodie
I'm looking like Goldie in the hoodie
Rose gold Rollie, Tec 9's is loaded up fully
Shells fly, open you like pussy
I slide in ya, skin and injure
Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender
Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya
Ten send you like a street vendor
Cook your meat, beef get tender
No apron, .38'll shave you like bacon
You'll get shanked in them staircases
Tryna pitch, gotta run the base
Bottom-bitch keep floodin' papers
My aces got cut faces
Raw flesh, got it cut and pasted
Butterloaf, in the oven, baking
Nothing sacred
You touch cake, niggas wanna come and taste it
You get stripped bucked naked
Fuck a bank statement
I got over a 100K in my basement, your formula's basic
You payin' layaway on a bracelet, you repair, I replace shit
You a chair, I'm a spaceship
You shed a tear out of sheer hatred
But to get here more than skill, takes patience
Ill natured, golden age reels, feels ancient
Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers