Presume The Unpredictable - 7 G.E.M.S. (Tragic Allies & Tragedy Khadafi), Roc Marciano

Well I concur in fur, prefer the flying spur to petty tight per

Persian rug burns, the yearns to make funds turn

Crib in the city one in the suburbs

When chilly really the gloves work

My artillery make a thug smirk, pull a snub first with the thirst

Burst on the right arm perch, trying earn the purse to purchase the earth

Work and serve been?

since my son’s birth

The Thunderbird come with the skirt

Not to be tampered with, bitch kiss the hand of the philanthropist

My private dancer drank Panther Piss

I rock the tan Stan Smiths

Wearing amethyst and dance with my Spanish bitch

She tryna land a man that’s rich, doing splits

The rooms moonlit, I crooned in the unit

Therapeutic, my muse through a tulip

Juicy deep rooted, the prostitutes are recruited

Pea-pod suited

(From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable, unfold the scroll) x4