Higher Self - Roc Marciano/T.F.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Roc Marci/T.F ./Flee Lord
[00:14.010]Uh, yo
[00:16.470]Money to spoil whores with the spoils of war
[00:19.620]But the only b***h I know loyal is a dog
[00:22.280]Most must be avoided at all costs
[00:24.430]'Cause with certain lines you cross, ain't no settlin' in court
[00:27.980]**** you thought? This sauce ain't store-bought
[00:30.710]Gotta be born with this sort of blowtorch
[00:33.150]The 40 blow you and your cohort off the porch (blat)
[00:36.020]For the small price of what a cup of coffee costs
[00:39.510]Uh, you see we popped
[00:41.160]You broke, so you takin' cheap shots, rockin' G-Shocks
[00:44.370]I ain't even shocked, you need to watch, we're on demon time
[00:47.260]Even when I'm inside Neiman's gettin' fly
[00:49.310]You cryin' for a piece of the pie, I just want peace of mind
[00:52.380]These the simple things currency can't buy
[00:54.930]The treasure is buried in the sky, not protected by leprechauns
[00:58.200]The queen rests her head on my chest to cry (it's okay, baby)
[01:01.640]I know you love to ear-hustle
[01:03.420]Can't trust if you keep things between us two (shh)
[01:06.170]No keepin' secrets if we a couple
[01:08.100]Sneak disses, I heard a couple, it's beneath me like a sneaker bubble
[01:11.700]Any rebuttal better be subtle
[01:14.020]What's done is done, no one was born with a stunt double, uh
[01:19.630]'Cause I'll put every last one of you under the rubble
[01:22.720]Dirty Rugers, duckin' the state troopers
[01:25.110]Green tip Lugers, they tracers, you can't lose 'em
[01:27.890]Desert Eagle, triangle face, it's the Bermuda
[01:30.560]It leave eardrums ringin', it's therapeutic
[01:33.470]All my b*****s speak Spanish and eat arugula
[01:36.440]And reenact pornos, that's all I do with 'em
[01:39.520]No cap, yeah, that's true enough
[01:41.780]Coke white, Range Rover with the ruby guts
[01:44.610]I played the spot and let the hours rush
[01:46.720]Four hands, four tellers, that's a power punch
[01:49.550]I'm a pioneer, y'all fraudulent, like veneers
[01:52.740]Gunpowder residue, deadly when mixed with tears
[01:55.010]Yeah, I'm overzealous, urban legend, that's over years
[01:57.960]Everything scandalous, hope that don't go over heads
[02:01.080]Beach hammocks, plottin' on overheads
[02:03.640]Excuse my French, b***h, this European Benz
[02:06.760]Excuse the tint, b***h, these European lenses
[02:09.360]Baccarat, that's a European fragrance
[02:11.790]Luxurious, puttin' skeletons in my basement
[02:14.520]Lord Mobb, mob ties, free Pappy Mason
[02:17.470]Versace robe at my show, I'm that dude
[02:20.070]Yeah, "Ravishing" Rick Rude (woo!)
[02:22.950]Load work, get it off, that's my mood
[02:25.760]Pass the gloves, I'm 'bout to bag up this food (whip, whip, whip)
[02:28.100]Told niggas, "Help me get it up, I need a meal"
[02:30.970]****ed around and shitted on me, now I got some mils (I'm up)
[02:33.630]Cartel theme music, you can scheme to it
[02:36.000]Sittin' in the lab with a rag, cleanin' beams to it
[02:39.180]Smokin' on Lung Crusher, mix it with the toke
[02:41.760]And a strand that costs you more than what you sniffin' up your nose (sniff)
[02:44.320]Put some pep in your step, ain't no draggin' your feet
[02:47.200]I ain't rush before I left, but I'll be back in a week, uh
[02:50.150]Lord Mobb, capital F, MAC with a vest (woo!)
[02:52.710]Another little blicky clipped and strapped to my chest, uh (brrr!)
[02:55.670]Chillin' in my family room, still'll make the hammers boom
[02:58.410]Bullets fly everywhere, even hit your grandma room (brrr!)
[03:03.160]I done spent most mi life in another life
[03:06.380]Another day
[03:08.190]Look in mi eye
[03:09.870]Trust me
[03:14.210]I watched mi grandchildren grow, you understand?
[03:17.740]But most of the time, people terminate such plan fi you
[03:24.210]♪