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de Roc Marciano

Yeah, Marci
Yo

Quit comparin' him with the mandem
Wearin' everything on the Lanvin mannequin
Did everything from scramblin' to pimpin' and panderin'
Lettin' the hammer rinse
Banana Panamera with the tints (With the tints)
The Black Blake Carrington with the eighty-carat ring
Baby was like: Ain't that what rabbits eat? (That what rabbits eat?)
Rappers like crabs in a barrel
Throwin' jabs on these apps, but I don't battle rap
This here straw? This shit broke the camel's back in Iraq
My mans crashed like the motorbike ain't have handles to grab
Air your pad, stick blew every candle out in your flat
Hot candle wax on your slacks (Uh)
Left out of Saks, they said it was ransacked
Hand of racks, pulled a vanishing act (Poof)
I'm just tryna make the magic last
Don't get caught in a trick bag
Can't have one foot in rap and one in quicksand
That shit don't make no sense, fam (Make no sense, fam)
Watch the bitch you met on the 'Gram
The witch'll sniff a gram off the pentagram
Then stick the shiv in you like a Christmas ham (Ow)
Dance with the devil, every step's a penitentiary chance (Ayy)
Demons channeling my energy through a piece of hair
Pair of sneakers or even streetwear, a tee and some pants
Claim to have tea on me, but people ain't even care (People ain't even care)
Yeah, yeah, he's a square, he weird
Said: He weak in bed, he a piece of shit, he ain't even lit
He a street pimp, don't think 'cause I be in the mix
That I'm geeked to fit in, bitch, you reachin', eat a dick (Eat a dick)
Please forgive my French (Uh)
We cannot be friends if you ride the fence
Gotta stay with the side you pick (Stay there)
I been hip since the days of Thai Stick
Back when Big Mama used to beat your behind with the switch
Now the Glock nine, this shit got a switch
Slugs hit your body and stick (Ooh)
Sizzle like a pot of hominy grits

You got to learn who your true homies are and shit
You got the jealous homies that don't want to see you come up
You got the player haters, you got the crooked females who wanna set you up
And then you got the niggas in general who just roll around, just lookin' for niggas period to Jack

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