Marcberg - Roc Marciano

To the G’s, to the custys

To the hood rats, where the kush at

Marcberg in the all black book bag

Push your bush back nigga this is good crack

What it look like nigga this is hood rap

Get it in fam till I bring the hook back

That’s G shitted, I had to sleep with it

Creep with it in the Jeep tinted

Weed scented, tricks up under sleeve hidden

Flea bitten this is street business

The heat niggas get beat with it

Squeeze triggers like green lemons

A dream winner, nigga we pitchin' heat like Clemens

Eleven innings, takin' ?, you’re did in

Mac 10 push your shit in

I slid in like a villain, stealin'

Twinkie fillin' start spillin' out your widdig

I went in like swimmin', venom

Split 'em and hem 'em like denim, lit up the izm

My position, Benz driven, men of vision

Support my decision but who isn’t?

Picture me livin' with a Robin Givens, locked in prison

But now I’m on top rockin' lizard, exquisite

To the G’s, to the custys

To the hood rats, where the kush at

Marcberg in the all black book bag

Push your bush back nigga this is good crack

What it look like nigga this is hood rap

Get it in fam till I bring the hook back

Well it’s the gun clapper, one stacker, shellacker

Pimp, no limp nor relaxer

Get at ya, catch ya, and capture your Cleopatra

And push your burrito backwards

I had to use a few guido tactics, made nigga

Rock them De Niro in Casino glasses

I should clap you and leave the ratchet

Ride the beat tight like a speedo jacket

Nothin' less than a kilo package, on the

Average, fine wine pour on the tablet

And more elaborate fabric, a lot of raw in the cabinet

Prada on with the cashmere, keep the gat near the cashier

You’re like deer versus black bear

Rap clear, and let the wax tear off your back hair

I’m back in here, act sincere

I smash your ear with a glass of beer like «yeah»

The master with the shaft beard

I don’t crack and stare, I’m packin' swear

Dashin', I mash 'em, smash and tear

You’re just asses, you’re flat and square

Splash 'em, what’s happenin' you like what’s here

Fast and frail yeah that’s what’s fair

Cats despair up on you let the rachets hail

To the G’s, to the custys

To the hood rats, where the kush at

Marcberg in the all black book bag

Push your bush back nigga this is good crack

What it look like nigga this is hood rap

Get it in fam till I bring the hook back

Nigga it’s hard not to backpedal

When you got crack to peddle and you pack metal

I bag your missus like fat nickels

To have me feelin' like I’m Fat Cat Nichols

I pass bags out the rental

To little niggas like skittles

Uh, you’re just kibble

I take bites at your riddles not nibbles

I clap missiles at your bureau

To put your face up on the wall like a mural

We get De Niro by the Euro

And put them VVS stones on the earlobes

I appear as a pharaoh

With six hollow head shells and a barrel

My apparel is that of a sparrow, fly to the marrow

I should be in the sky like a arrow

You see me you see the culture

In 3D, I’m the opposite of mediocre

As for wifey this thing is over

As soon as I meet me a Oprah I’m a need a chauffeur

The Louis loafer on the sofa

I keep a toolie in the holster like Sosa

I’m not a boaster

I’m just a vulture my face on a wanted poster

The streets is a mother

The fiends want the butter it’s hard to see through the clutter

My artistry is the gutter, but honestly

I’d rather be in the league not the Rucker

As I proceed in the chucka, your queen want me to cut her

You might need to cuff her mufucka