Higher Learning - Roc Marciano

The money game… gun play…

Prolly learn one day…

Don’t get it twisted shorty

I’m still ready for whatever though

Bitch I’mma let em' know.

You know it’s all about the money game.

gun play.

You’ll prolly learn one day.

Uh

Burned the candle in the flannel

Burner with the pearl handle

Slanted up on the mantle (Woo)

Murder weapon is dismantled

I’m on a different channel

Your clique is buried out in San Leandro

Where the sand blow

I hold the pump like a banjo

That’s word to Marlon Brando

Uh

Stylin' in linen

Beagling the women

To bless her foot, I might sacrifice a lizard (Kill it)

Rock the 40 belows when it’s rigid

The work, used to water whip it, in my momma kitchen (Whip it)

Writing compositions

White Walle’s with the blue stitching

My heir scooped the beautician

I hold the snub, like rose buds

Wine baths, in the gold tub

Grow the drugs, sleep snug

Love is love

Throw a couple slugs

I let em fly like doves

State the course

The Porsche come with dual exhaust

Found dead with one shoe off

I picked up the through the tuning

Ferragamo shoes on, looking smooth in court

Have manners, don’t chew and talk

The deuce talk, I’m too New York, to not smooth talk

Lose nose turn Rudolph

Keep a ho to get loot off

I’m clean enough to eat food off

Don’t get it fucked up ho

You know it’s all about the money game…

Gunplay…

You’ll prolly learn one day…

Don’t get it twisted shorty

I’m still ready for whatever though

Bitch I’mma let 'em know

I could always get a better ho

Yo

A higher plateau

Chateau

The coke’s in the glass bowl

Lavender bathrobe

I’m laughing at these assholes

It’s a fiasco

Snatch your queen with the lasso (Yee-haw!)

I’m getting better by the minute

The 5 is tinted, you can’t see me in it

Looking all self-centered

Sweet scented

My lyrics speak to the spirit

Cook beef in a skillet (Woo)

How you like yours

Bloody or burnt

The money is earned, the tables turn

Your body left an angel in the dirt

My jewels come with paperwork

These are the perks

But still I’m a introvert

Linen shirt

Peach hard-bottoms

Greek columns

Trees with

Drinks with the olives

Sniff a line a coke through a dollar

The sign of Mississippi

The process is too advanced

My pimp stance

Attract tramps

Tight pants

Drop the with the slam

And, bitches chant

The belt is with the champ

Nigga