Mt. Marci by Roc Marciano Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can’t take to heart what true lovers say naked in the dark
That’s the surest way to break a sacred bond
Undercovers hating like they some cops
Just keep my name out of your mouth, everything'll be fine
I’ma forever be fly, I’ll come check you my guy, I’m verified
Play me, you better be wearing some teflon ahead of time
Ride on you 'til the tread on the tires catch fire
For worshipping false idols, you’ll get fed to my pet lion
TEC-9 in the Cabana lining
Kinda like the Nas line when he hid the iron
Pressure busts pipes but it makes diamonds
We danced on the china like Frankie Lymon
And washed the gunshot trauma with Bacardi Limon
Ferrari ridin', we mobbin
Line my pocket, I got all this from rhymin' inside the pocket
Gallery Department carpet, the cars still Hardcastle and McCormick
The ghost is paranormal, it's royal
The roof on the condo got the gargoyles, enjoy the spoils
I wrote this song with coke oil, you can smoke off the foil
The rose grow from the soil
The rose gold Rollie got froze from rose water
Spill on ya, might catch pneumonia
[Interlude]
Ain't that some shit?
[Verse 2]
I rain it up without a loan
I guess you can say I'm coming into my own
I just dropped a comma on some stones, so I don’t feel alone
My lil' homie just caught a hom-o
I got mixed feelings about you bro, but I’m not a mulatto
I was driving in the Milano, death is final, we playing God’s role
I just sold my Diablo, I'm trying to keep the Most High close
I cry while I wrote
Soon it might be my time to go, but what do I know?
Pops was a wino, but he was fly though
The pineal gland, it look like a pinecone, that's what I was told
The sole provider was Mama’s Stove
They turned the light off, it was cold
I grind with the hoes and mulatto souls
Where I’m from, we don’t hit the lotto, the road got potholes
The pole made the opp feel macho, kinda like a dyke with a dildo
Chill hoe, ain’t that a bitch yo?
[Outro]
Ain't that a bitch?
Fuck you mean?
Run that shit
Can’t take to heart what true lovers say naked in the dark
That’s the surest way to break a sacred bond
Undercovers hating like they some cops
Just keep my name out of your mouth, everything'll be fine
I’ma forever be fly, I’ll come check you my guy, I’m verified
Play me, you better be wearing some teflon ahead of time
Ride on you 'til the tread on the tires catch fire
For worshipping false idols, you’ll get fed to my pet lion
TEC-9 in the Cabana lining
Kinda like the Nas line when he hid the iron
Pressure busts pipes but it makes diamonds
We danced on the china like Frankie Lymon
And washed the gunshot trauma with Bacardi Limon
Ferrari ridin', we mobbin
Line my pocket, I got all this from rhymin' inside the pocket
Gallery Department carpet, the cars still Hardcastle and McCormick
The ghost is paranormal, it's royal
The roof on the condo got the gargoyles, enjoy the spoils
I wrote this song with coke oil, you can smoke off the foil
The rose grow from the soil
The rose gold Rollie got froze from rose water
Spill on ya, might catch pneumonia
[Interlude]
Ain't that some shit?
[Verse 2]
I rain it up without a loan
I guess you can say I'm coming into my own
I just dropped a comma on some stones, so I don’t feel alone
My lil' homie just caught a hom-o
I got mixed feelings about you bro, but I’m not a mulatto
I was driving in the Milano, death is final, we playing God’s role
I just sold my Diablo, I'm trying to keep the Most High close
I cry while I wrote
Soon it might be my time to go, but what do I know?
Pops was a wino, but he was fly though
The pineal gland, it look like a pinecone, that's what I was told
The sole provider was Mama’s Stove
They turned the light off, it was cold
I grind with the hoes and mulatto souls
Where I’m from, we don’t hit the lotto, the road got potholes
The pole made the opp feel macho, kinda like a dyke with a dildo
Chill hoe, ain’t that a bitch yo?
[Outro]
Ain't that a bitch?
Fuck you mean?
Run that shit