Roc Marciano 76 Lyrics

Reloaded Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Tek to a Mack
  • 2 Flash Gordon
  • 3 Not Told
  • 4 Pistolier
  • 5 Thugs Prayer, Part 2
  • 6 76
  • 7 We Ill
  • 8 Deeper
  • 9 Death Parade
  • 10 20 Guns
  • 11 Peru
  • 12 Thread Count
  • 13 Nine Spray
  • 14 Emeralds
  • 15 The Man
  • [Production by 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 I’m 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

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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