Larry Bird Roc Marciano (Ft. GREA8GAWD & Knowledge The Pirate)

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Ah, ah, Larry Bird
Like Magic to Bird (Uh)
You heard? Uh
Whip work, Larry Bird, yo

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Threw a four in the Sprite to get wavy
I slept like a white baby (Uh), lately I’ve been writing crazy (Yeah)
Just maybe they thought I might’ve got lazy
I’m sick, not God can’t save me (Lord)
Nor any concoction made by Dr. Sebi (Uh)
It’s Roc Marci baby, hide ya lady (Hide that bitch)
Shout out to Maybe, shit got hotter than Haiti (Hot)
Let off the chipper, gave him a round eighty
Sprayed the Mercedes (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah)
My guys blast for me (Blast for me)
'Fore I had money like Bad Bunny
My son a rider, not a crash dummy
But no cap, beloved, crash out for me (Ooh)
That goes without saying (Say less)
I will go in your mouth without down payment from Al Haymon (Yup)
I’m amazing, uh (Woo)
Haters go out they way to downplay it (Sucka shit)
It’s flagrant (Foul, uh-huh)
You know the name of the game is relationships
Ain’t no way a lame can relate to this
Our caretakers was freebasing in the crib (Smoking), tuh
The first bitch I hit some young lady that used to babysit
Opps can’t infiltrate the clique like it’s Operation Paper Clip
It don’t cost a lot of paper to get you clipped
This ain’t no clickbait (Uh-uh)
They thought maybe we came to fish (We ain’t fishing), uh, shit
So much fish, eighty bricks, kid, it made the table flip
Marci