76 - Roc Marciano

Quadraports slide off through a time warp

Been getting money before dinosaur

Diamonds is on, llamas is worn

Write rhymes on island resorts

Dimes who snort

Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport

Push a fly two door like Too $hort

I’m just an artist with a tec

Hard as a baguette

Carve a nigga head, you a meat ball, get squeezed on

Your physical being turned to cream corn

Slice a quarter for the order

Supporter, roll dice on the corner

Gats tucked, big cash to touch them at the cusp

Couple of hundred racks on the rug

Young don, son’s under the arm

He treats Lamborghinis like bumper cars

Got scars, chains around the neck like scarves

Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn

I’m the next big thing

Chickenheads cling, the bedspring king

Run the ring, my head is on top of the pyramid

Pictures of me and all my affiliates

We lit phillies like idiots

Kill the lineage, let them know what it really is

Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs

I fire semis at too many wigs

I feel like Billy the Kid, skinny big

You literally live as a guinea pig

If the Timbs ain’t on deck you know the Pennys is

Your finger still penny pimps

You make me pull the Mac Milly out the Fendi trench

In any event, hold the 12 gauge that’s heavy as shit

For every clip we let steadily rip

Push your afro back to '76 motherfucker

Hold up, any good year baby

Those some great years baby

'75, 76 know what I’m saying

'77 and into the 80's I9m saying word

Seen a lot nigga, word up

Huh, niggas is petty, legendary

All of my enemies, dead and buried

I let 20 hit your strawberry Pelle

Burn holes in your belly like Henny

Bet he turn up dead like Freddie

For owing niggas fetty, get cut with a machete

Lift you up prick with the dezzy

Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy

Your bitch get fucked, missionary

Visionary, I bust shots out the tinted M, daddy

Ghetto poet, fourth and the rodent looked bloated

You shouldn’t have gloated, I unload it

I was molded to stand up whenever niggas folded

Your spirit out your body just floated

Word to my son, I murder a bum

Turn the thumb, until it swell up like plumb

Your future look glum, heard I feel none I’m numb

With guns bang on you like a steel drum

Spill blood, plus sweat

Before I lift the iron up, stretch

Clutch the tek, bust till you wet, heads rubber neck

Like damn what a fucking mess

Who wan come test the unimpressed, make you undress

To eat food like I’m underfed

Dump with the feds like I’m on a dead with' one in the head

Don’t let it be left unsaid