Mt. Marci

[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 ran 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 in my Lotto soles 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