Roc Marciano - 76 lyrics

rate me

Crotch porch slide off through a time warp

Banging money before dinosaurs

Times is on, lames is small

Write rhymes on alley resorts

Time is snorts, who got slide out line

Outside of new port

Push fly 2 door like too soft

I’m just an artist with a tec hard as a baghet

...hat, you a meat ball, get squeezed on

Your physical being turned to cream corn

Slice a quarter for the author

Supporter, roll dice on the corner

Ghets tough, big casket, touch them at the custom

Couple of hundred racks on the job

Young don, sun’s under the sun

He treats Lamborghinis like bumper cars

Got scars, chains around the neck like scarves

She lamps ... like yawn

I’m the next big thing

Chicken has claimed the best bring cans

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

Pictures of me and all my affiliates

To leave phillies like idiots

Killer linnies, let them know what it really is

Niggas is penniless skinny and ribs

I fire semis in too many ways

I feel like billy the kid, skinny big

You literally live as a guinea pig

If the temps ain’t on deck know the pennies is

Your finger still pinny pimps

You make them pull the mag, millie out the fendy traps

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

For every clip, we less steadily rip

Push your ass fall back to ’76 motherfucker

Hold up, any good year baby

Those some great years baby

’74, ’75 know what I’m saying

’77 and into the 80’s I’m saying whoa

Seen a lot nigga, word up

Huh, niggas is petty, legendary

All of my enemies, dead and buried

I let 20 hit the strawberry penny

Blind hoes move belly like henny

Betty turn up dead like freddie

For owe a nigga’s fetty, get cut with a machete

Lift you up, pray with the dezzy

Smoking drugs stuffed in the teddy

Your bitch get fucked, missionary

Visionary, I bust shots after ... and daddy

Ghetto ... look bloady

Your shit in the glode, I unload it

I was molded, to stand up, never niggas folded

Your spirit just floated

Word to my son, I murdered the bomb

Turn the thumb, until it’s swell up like plumb

Your future look glum, heard I feel none and numb

With guns bang oh you like still drum

Spill blood, plus sweat,

Before I lift the iron up stretch

Cust the tec, bust to the wet hands rubber neck

Like damn what a fucking neck

Who I contest to unimpress, make you undress

To eat food like I’m underfed

Dump with the feds like I’m on a debt with 1 and a half

Don’t let it be left unsaid.