Hoard 90

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Yeah, motherfuckers Praise him Yeah, yeah, yeah, Marc, niggas Uh, yeah, uh, A-L-C Yeah, uh, uh [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Posted up, gettin' my mack on, Jimmy Crack Corn Sean packed the .38 long, John Gotti, Dapper Don font My name was written in, it glisten in the dark You got a Haagen Dazs heart, this is modern art A start could run you a body part, Maseratis is parked Five chains like Mardi Gras, spark Beef never gets squashed, firearms pop Why not shop? Rub fly vagina like Icy Hot And hoard 90 in a Nike box Arms in cardigans, parkas is like margarine Revolvers is tucked in the Starter kit I call it self-glorification When the Porsche is escapin', euphoria's tasted Words from my lips is permanent bliss Superbness, you can't learn this with a internship Experience, you nothin' to be taken serious Display the .38 mysterious The jewelry is luxurious, period The position niggas is in, I pity it About to take over this whole shit Hoes ride dick like Pogo stick Laughin' as I advertise fabulous rhymes All that vernacular is fly Caught your eye with just one try [Interlude: Roc Marciano] Marcberg Phlaw! Yeah, uh [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Wave the flag, surrender, your limbs is dismembered Young tenders want to live with a emperor Real nigga temple, swimmin' in placenta Back sent you, for comin' out your face like a denture I might be the best, Your wife by me'll be caressed Your honey like bees in a nest Get money right, scheme with a pen The dream is bein' lived, believe me it is Been to the mountain top, higher than highs Falcon fly, that's around a thousand dollar fine That kind of guy don't qualify to reside beside I In the 745, I (Wooh!) Bye-bye spy, nines light the sky like fireflies The nigga that your child idolize The title is mines, go find a cycle to ride Before I put the knife inside your izod Sucker! Nigga! [Outro: Roc Marciano] Yo, yo Check this shit out, word up This shit is effective, nigga, word up Get results, nigga, immediately