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Velvet Cape
Roc Marciano
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Niggas got game it's a motherfucking shame
Make you wanna grab the pump shotty and aim
One in the brain, one in the brain
Niggas got game it's a motherfucking shame
Grab the pump shotty and aim
When you see me with that mask it ain't for hockey black
Used to play the lobby with crack
Wallys is black, Pontiacs quality rap
Tapping punani from the back off the yak
My bitch is built like a yak, my kicks is a rack
Open your chicken wrap, wings on the pigeon flap
Still rock the fisherman hats with the slacks
Listening to facts nothing false
My heart won't defrost, send shots back and forth
Surf's up, whole circle is soft
Dipped in velour, kiss the gift horse
An eighth off the bricks, chipped off
Rose gold links from Panama
Tan lines from camel rides, smooth like the Phantom glides
Fly eyewear, diamonds is rare, fresh out of Zaire
I'm on a higher tier, dry a tear
Cop guns by the pair, one in the trunk call that a spare
Lift you in the air, ligaments tear
My mind is different though
Just lift your chain over your neck don't make it difficult
These choices I make no need for explanation, exceeding expectations
I'm like a surgeon deal with daily operations of the life we live
Green drugs rolled up in paper
A very subtle Meyer lemon sauce, Sicilian capers
Moroccan raisins, cause life is all about a balance
Good come with the bad, the plane comes with the pilot
It could get violent, send your body to the stylist
I stand alone you cats be wildin' like I'm Irish
Protection from the virus, Magic J
Homies pass away, I'm living life until that tragic day
Dip a 635, CSI Gil Grissomize
We only smoke it if it's crystalized
The drugs are hidden by a pigeon in her tits and thighs
My pockets never minimize, whipping the cinnamon ride
It's crime saga rap, twist the Goldschlรคger cap
Waves under my stocking cap, Queens shit we started that
East coast artifact, never artificial
Fly lecture architecture, box cutters will kiss you
Shotgun shells will massage you
Type of affection that'll make your friends dodge you
It's all love though, even in times of war
I beat the pussy up, and make vaginas raw
Waiter design a whore they come back like China raw
Fly fuck a tie, only suit I'm rocking is velour
Got Benz money, but look better in a Cadillac
Timepieces rhyme speeches victim of my habitat
Divine status, I'm already known for having that
Better tell linguini nowadays because I'd rather black
And fuck marinara, I like my gravy hotter
We keeps it spicy so I order it arrabiata
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