Shoutro Roc Marciano

[Intro]
Back tomorrow, tho
Peace to cousin Jay
Hempstead
(Some die, some grow)
My nigga dre
Streets two, USA
Nitty, Yeah, Mars

[Verse 1]
Maserati buttermilk
Shirt silk, burst still
Get murk'd still
Putting work 'till
Watch the purse fill
Emerge from the dirt and filth
We was cursed still
I pop a smurf pill, murder kill
Put in work on the field
You bird built get ya sternum peeled
You tryna earn a mil' assertive will
Not dirt on film
Before you get a boat learn to sail
Coke sell itself
Hov said it best
Nigga, they wholesalers
Check they coats and they belts
Gold on they delts
Spanked hoes, left welts
Go for self, peace to Roosevelt
Niggas holding mel, blowing Ls
Rolling themselves
Fish scale pale, eatin' quail
Sippin crystal, keep a pistol
Gifted child, my bitch a brick house
I was picked-out
Like an afro when is picked out
I dipped the big house
Lift the cal to twist ya wig out
Dreams are lived out
While I am getting scalp up in the penthouse
Five-percent style, proper mental
Croco-d'-ile, st'-tyle
Cock the fif' and let it spit out
You went out in a hospital g'-own
That's f'-oul
Some of us even had to sit down in the c'-ell
Crack s'-ales, high b'-ails and s'-cales
O will I get out, o w'-ell