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Roc Marciano: Crack rock be the muse Mama sung the blues Daddy did his ones and twos Wearing down his shoes Rock them grown man pants for over a band This ain't fashionova for men Nevermind the brand These hoes wanna put y'all nose in my biz Build whole careers off my stolen ideas Emotional knowing I'm exposing your hand Why even go there? It's only fair When you're up you're supposed to share That’s real talk Don’t let these rap ni**as blow smoke up your ass Should've worn a mask To smash and grab Ni**as left the pad ransacked Did my vanishing act Hand to hand crack in a sandwich bag We danced on the pack Popped the bubble in the Air Max Til the motherf**ker's flat What’s f**kin with that? For all this gas might need a blunt wrap Be blunt when you rap You ain’t got to be a running back To fumble the bag Got too much cash to be humble But still I'm not one to brag Over dungeness crab We doin numbers four mil Two in each duffel We doin lunges Eat your food but we not lunching I just wanted nourishment sustenance Ended up with abundance Cause that’s what Allah wanted for beloved I'm a husband I made love to the oven Then jumped in the Cullinan My son was in the back coloring I'm coveted I been thuggin I've been wanted by the government All my life been on some other sh*t Crack rock be the muse Mama sung the blues Daddy did his ones and twos Wearing down his shoes Real hustlers and true preachers Raw artists and movement leaders The pedigree of pure dreamers Script flippers read the scene and supersede it Convene with the supreme being who conceived it Cowrote a new season Paved my own road to true freedom Third world residence Visas and Gucci sneakers Phone full of canceled icons A few Mumias Five Percenters MGT’ers Qadiriyah Sufi Sunnis Shias My catalog stream With world leaders doing features Pen bleeding all my suffering and grieving Celebrate achievements Breathe and exorcize demons Collect a year’s worth of tears And drip em in Madina Heart connected to the art And architects of Giza Cohiba rose shisha Arroz con banana Mogadishu Port Of Moka beans Seeping through the Bona Vita Former dope fiends Proved to be my holy teachers Thread the needle With the truth to feed the people I speak peaceful with an uzi in my easel Deep creases put a groove under the needle Laser beam lens To shoot a movie in the street Crack rock be the muse Mama sung the blues Daddy did his ones and twos Wearing down his shoes Louder than a bomb Light the fuse It's ramadan Not a con for shares likes and views