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childish things - roc marciano lyrics

[intro]
it’s mandatory fiend come to the crib, n*gga try to cop, n*gga straight violation you gotta violate ’em right at the door you know what i’m saying? you gotta knock a n*gga out right at the door you know what i’m saying? y’all n*ggas got horrible taste, n*gga this sh*t quiet luxury, n*gga the f*ck these n*ggas is on, man? n*gga. 100 block boy. you already know how we coming. we talk about it, we back on that sh*t though

[verse 1]
yo
spanish flies out of canada dry with spare time on the panerai
you can tell by my tan lines that i wear a watch
rock the yacht*master on the yacht
cracked the master lock, n0body hatch the plot not even matlock huh?
matte black maybach, hug up the car lot
big diamond rock look like a garlic knot
had a knot, now word on the block, we popped off, throw on the rocks
drowning your sorrows in a bottle of scotch
wash up the spot, thought i forgot the mop
keep the street sweeper to clean your clock
piece of your mind got on my filas
f*ck you was thinking? i just seen it fly
thought you was on ’til everything gone from your reach in the blink of an eye
jumped in the rat race, what it takes to be placed in the top rappers sp*ce
is way too much d*ck sucking for my taste
it ain’t all chocolate cake and lattes
it’s a mind game that i do not play
we put away the childish things
by the way i’m just acting my age
this ain’t no old talking “back in my day”
all them guys were playing garbage tapes
cosplay, three small diamond chains not to overcompensate
roc, i’m beyond straight
my moral compass does not shake
i played it safe but all that grinding on your mate made the condom break
shorty pulled her own baby out her v*g*n* like strong j
blonde amber spray on balenciaga lingerie
lil mama say i’m the one that got away
uh, i’m the one that got away
blonde amber spray on balenciaga lingerie
john gage, johnny fontane, rob just made me a wallet chain
the benz brabus, pocket change, i acquired the finer things
uh, john gage, johnny fontane, rob just made me a wallet chain
the benz brabus, pocket change, i acquired the finer
[interlude]
yeah, you know what im sayin? n*ggas can never f*ck with me. you know what im saying? marci
the flight to spain in three hours…

[verse 2]
yo, after the murder story is purgatory you heard shorty
the inferno burn for eternity like a herpes sore on the h*rny
it’s gone but word it’ll return shortly
surely, christian dior embroidery on royalty
tried to avoid the streets but the beef keep calling me
and i just keep eating horribly—arby’s
firearms in the jeep, ’90s r&b, sean connery said calmly firearms in the jeep, ’90s r&b, bone thugs*n*harmony
everything about your artistry novelty
i could write a novel or three
cartier quality, quiet luxury
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, quiet luxury but no hawaiian punch buddy, this a big money drink
n*ggas f*ck with hush puppies must be shooting puppy pee
when you get up like me they say you uppity
that wasn’t keeping it brotherly
but love be this way where the road and the rubber meet
f*ck

- roc marciano lyrics

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