67 Lobby - Roc Marciano

Yeah nigga

Hundred block shit boy

Peel your shit like a potato skin nigga

Fuck you thought

Uh (papapapa)

I show you how that paper work

Grab the .38 and make it squirt

Bake your shirt left the potato burnt

The game is learnt

The name was earnt

Anything that I make it is what I say it’s worth

I say a verse that’s a bird

I might even stay for dessert

So go find a new way to surf

Stealin loot

Peel in the suit

This real life I had to sip the healing juice

Deals with the Jewish

My ice blueish

I might throw a few cubes In the white Cuban

Let off the pipe I had the room lit

With the some big shit

That you might confuse it for a pool stick

Keep a small two fifth in my killer tool kit

You never know when you might need to use this

Before you cross I do the math homie

My shooter’s cross-eyed

Court side yacht Master Rollie

Blow weed into Tobacco leaf only

Sprinkle it with the leek

That’s that E-40 (sprinkle me)

That’s that E-40

Your shorty thought I was Demetrius Flenory

You niggas never put your feet in Mauri

The Benz is cleaner but the Beamer’s saucey

Chains gleamin' but the ring’s is frosty

Uh

Speak to me softly

The price is high like a key of soft be

Squeeze 40 out the two seater coffee

And then I’m leaving shortly

Most importantly

Used to sling crack out the lobby in 67

Now I live in heaven

My little homie’ll body you with the Wesson

The most definite

I seen dark days and bright nights

Tall tops lunch trays like Mike & Ikes

Niggas ain’t eating right

They dining with Edomites

In the cave where the ticks and fleas bite

Tie up your sneakers tight

The Fendi things is nice with the zebra stripes

You’re nothin my young’ns would wanna be like

I’m in Greece with my wife

I got a secret life

I’m peekin through the blinds

While you tryin to see inside

You think you Magnum P.I.

I’m a phenom

Fully dressed down in Fila

I mean how can I be demonized

Speakin on the shit

I seen with these eyes

The streets is hot as grease

You got deep fried (mmm)

Let’s get it shakin

The belt two bands

It took the skin

From a pagan to make it

I’m givin niggas an expensive spankin

For trying to enter my inner sanctum

While I’m spendin Franklins

I mean

I don’t even take niggas serious

Fuck niggas

Niggas is bathrooms

Rosebudd boyee