Marci

[Letra de "Marci"]

(Cookin Soul)

[Verse: Roc Marciano]

God bless my soul I'm a sinner

The path to righteousness is thinner

I was beating with many stripes, far more than I like to remember

My life is like a wild adventure

Cops tried to pinch us, niggas piled up in my mama's Sentra

I had the 9 with the condenser

Your T go from white to magenta

When them shots enter

Hit you and left your body bent up (nigga twisted)

You know the chain of command if it's for dollars then we can prolly link up

But otherwise it's unlikely my nigga

I'm not to be taken lightly I'm a silent killеr

Do me a solid, come suck what's behind thе zipper

I steer the ship, ma, I'm the skipper

I don't fish, I'm more Guy Fisher but just a bit richer

There's no magician that could trick us

No roost no chickens could spook us we ain't superstitious

I'm witcha bitch in the booth in the Ruth Chris kissing

We slid in the back door and walked through the kitchen

Ass so fat, this shit had me tripping like tryna stick Rod Strickland

My aura glisten, I shot the bull with the stick from long distance

And went off the grid to chill just like a baller with a torn meniscus

I still never slip with all this water dripping, knocked the game up, it was more than just morning sickness

I hit the floor to beg for the lord's forgiveness, I done lost my discipline, I'm tempted

Listen, kid, I'm still on that pimp shit

My shooter's like Larry Bird he from Port-au-Prince he not from French Lick

Shit is intrinsic, my niggas kill, that's how we build friendships

Til then your membership's pending

Pinky ring with the diamond pendant swinging

I'm in a european speeding up and down Linden