It’s A Crime Roc Marciano

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[Verse 1]
I got my eyes on you
Pies are ordered, lines are snorted, eyes watered
Got source wit 5's and the quarters hittin ya'll corners
Risin' on 'em like high waters
My supporters is side call 'em
Hold, steady eye ballin
Coke wit the Arm & Hammer near the pot boiling
Colt .45, 9 Taurus
Cops is on us, niggas out kickin' up top soil
Two Glocks on 'em, we're now warrin'
Five Warrens, ride foreign, car soarin'
My performance, we steal em', y'all brought em'
See the seal and start peeling like an orange
My appearance is not syrup
You starin', while I'm steering the McLaren
Like hard castle and Mccormicks
You prolly corded, if not recorded
My eyes soarin' like Dionne Warwick
You lie dormant, tell the doorman let the whores in for us
Young Cummares like Don Pores
Ar de pora, hoes offer to drink my urine
It's 'cern that I'm stirrin'
The fur got ya bitch kitten purrin'
It's like I'm pimpin' and servin' once the dicks inserted
She turned to a whole different person
Dig in purses, image worship
That's like our church is
You can tell I'm a pimp by how my shirt fit