Roc Marciano The Man 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
  • I turn my pain into power
    Back in the day put the flame to the powder
    My lady waited on the counter with the towel
    While I sang a Rick James banger in the shower
    My folks is dependent on me
    I wish you could see my vision through the tinted Courtey's
    Women and liquor for the army
    As for the car bitch this is a Ferrari
    The best perservere
    I start the verse when the check clear
    I spark purp, silk shirt
    Half open with the chest hair
    Mind blowing sex with the cognac breath
    A five star spread from the chef
    Never been a hater I don't give a fuck enough
    Besides that here shit's on the up and up
    I got wind of betrayal
    I grab the big piece of shrimp by the tail
    Switch the cell, bitches on a niggas trail
    I won't nail nothing less than a bombshell
    Respect is the cornerstone
    Bum niggas can't afford those clothes
    The 44 chrome with the long nose
    Call it Ginobli, you real nigga show me
    I'm from a better cut of Cashmere
    A plethora, the vest shed cat hair
    Jaguar jacket, scratch the catnip
    Black pimp, you bypass Fatlip
    Deep rooted, the piece shoot it
    The fact I'm G can't be disputed
    Speak foolish you can leak fluid
    Bust his chest wide open you can see through it

    [Hook]
    Always had a pack for a way to get a stack
    Hustlin this young niggas livin in a shack
    Runnin with the pack, pull a lever off your back
    Crisp New Era with the Timbs all black
    Hangin in the lobby with the click we some knuckle heads
    Puffin L's, big gun by the underwear
    Just in case you was unaware
    I'm still a motherfuckin man

    A new chapter, new Asten
    The ghost call it casper
    The chain is Alaska
    The fact that my kicks is suede became a factor
    I'm rollin hash with my current hoes
    Sniff the Chris Mullin off the envelope
    Smooth game, shave butter soap
    200K's straight butterloaf
    Three hoes tryin to rape a nigga
    I'm fixated on a greater figure
    I scooped the bitch with a greater figure
    Cause I'm a grade A nigga
    Paint the picture with a steady hand
    The same way I hold the 40 blow 20 grand
    Half naked women tastefully bellydance
    I bet that pussy taste like a Cherry chance

    [Hook]
    Always had a pack for a way to get a stack
    Hustlin this young niggas livin in a shack
    Runnin with the pack, pull a lever off your back
    Crisp New Era with the Timbs all black
    Hangin in the lobby with the click we some knuckle heads
    Puffin L's, big gun by the underwear
    Just in case you was unaware
    I'm still a motherfuckin man

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