Roc Marciano – Tek To A Mack

Yeah check Marc

Back for the crown baby

AV that ' s brown like gravy

Style is wavy

Lazy eye Tracy McGrady

Deliver like an 80 pound baby

I ' m a horse you a rodent

I let off Macks

You crap in your clothing

Golden moments

Rolls Royce driver named Coleman

45 watch game frozen

Scared to death

Mad salty like a potato chip

You know the routine

I ' m out to break a b***h

Over the stove with the bakers mitt

I ' m still on that gangsta shit

Burning that dour

European footwear

I ' m coming off a real good year

Kush in the air

Them niggas like books look square

I swear they don ' t even got hood flare

I ' m a natural you little rascal

Homo swag I wouldn ' t put it past you

Changes invested faith ' s tested

I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast

My thoughts is pour torches left corpses

My chariot pulled by horses

Ya ' ll doo-doo I ' ll sock it to you

Pierce your rib with the spear like Shaka Zulu

Cops pursue you

When you got pies like Lu Lu

Control a w***e ' s mind like voodoo

Suave CL 5 grey in the driveway

M é nage à trois on Fridays

Peel bills consistent

And just to think I willed this into existence

Memories of being broke are now distant

I insisted biscuits

For all that I did to get rich then

I hope within you forgive the kid like a Christian

To get rich then I hope within

You forgive the kid like a

[Hook]

From the deuce to the tre

From a tre to an eighth

From an A to a K to a 9 from a K

From a K to the grey 45 all black

All black 45 from a tec to a mac

[Verse 2]

Big dinners dilemmas

I ride in a Plymouth

Listening to the Spinners

I love the art but it ' s a business

D ' s trying to pin us

Cause what I do with the pen is stupendous

Young niggas look up to us like father figures

Design fly rhymes like architecture

Modern philosopher

The feds trying to pop at us

But ya ' ll ain ' t got the proper size nuts

Line me up without the iron cuff

Reclined in the truck

My mind like a diamond in the rough

Apply the cut gotta come up

Got to sit tough Chronic is puff

Wallets is buff I ' m a stud

Dollars is spotted with blood

The nine snub

Should hold you out with thugs

You forgot what it was huh

Well b***h that ' s what is though

Pitch em an O Lou Ferrigno indo

Flowed out the benz

Tinted windows

Pimp bones

Exotic skin tones

Ear lobes flooded with gem stones

Money put in a hoes flip ten folds

Gotta stack it

Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket

That ' s why I keep the llama in the bomber Jacket

That ' ll push yo whole yarmulke backwards