TheMan

The Man - Roc Marciano

Real ni**a play the feel with the long 40

Gave the cold like a pimp, dress all gordy

Jumping out of a gold 6 40, this is his story

B**ch I'm in it for the chips and the glory

Listeners adore me, fly hoes kneel before me

You're not fit to put your hand on a movie

You're rich but you're still corny

My crib's hit bottom rock cory

I'm up 25 stories, tied and get the shooters know the resume

Rest chevrolet ak, no pepper spray,

Your shades shoot through the picture like an x ray

Collect the pay where the meds play,

The chain hang by the chest play ignorant sh*t

Quarter million on the wrist, throw you in the water with the fish

Paint the town let the cape hang round, dip the J

Run the hood, dictate, how my dick taste, great

Squish grapes, move at a swift pace, get cake

They in between break the template, like an afe

The blade hit the free base, treat the brick like an inmate face

Run the brake like gave a win game get your sh*t straight

Squeeze to 15th like a big snake, fixate

Nice lips for a dick slave, bang, brain hang like a dingalang

Bring the banger, every day's like a cliff hanger

Tip the waiter, progress like ice skater

Knife, late night, dice saker, meet the maker,

Price, like paper, type slice pause I'm a baker

Polite nature, the waves with the light taker

45, that's a life changer

I swore oath on a chandelier, as inside the air on his throne

He turned his head, I shot him dead, don't you know

If I survive, I ain't never coming back, I shot the king, I shot the king

Yo, hit em up, jump in the truck, play the card, kicked up

My bass gator got scraped up, lace us up, from legit to corrupt

Lift the cup, your feet go up, at the key club

Keep the snob, sleep snob

Release slugs while my lady bug steam in the tub

Give me some guns and a mean plug, the team grub

Twisted green trup for the whole dub

Put on the gloves because, cut ***, with the thugs

Before I had peace fuss moving on your turf with the good work, silk shirt

Low quill get killed, lift in f**k niggas kill, blood spilled

Hit the note left covered in filth

Get dead with the pistol concealed in the pin field

Spin your top like a pinguil

Sit still ni**a chill with a b**ch like miss brazil

Used to feel like a young warren hill

Cut the body at the saw mill, every song is a will

My life's on film, I write what I feel

Did my time in the phil, my mom full of diamonds is fill

Sniff the fish in the criss bill

It's the real, swiff with the steel

Hindu gil with the pill

I shoot girl from the feel?

Never miss, never will,

Click your heels, it's a deal

Quick get your wig peeled

You got f**ked, how the dick feel?