Nine Spray Lyrics

Roc Marciano

Dust these Niggas the fuck off real quick
My Mind Spray
My Nine Spray..

Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw no Lifestyles
Fly whores get piped down
My sores get iced down, I'm like Al
The K put you out the game like five fouls
You outta bounds, im outta town
Running with hounds
Dumping the cal, kick up a dust cloud
The gun is rust brown
Its a oldie but a goodie
I'm looking like Goldie in a hoodie
Rose gold Rollie, Tek nines loaded up fully
Shells fly, open you like pussy
I slide in ya, skin an injun,
Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender
Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya
Ten sends ya like street vendor
Cook your meat beef get tender
No apron, thirty eight shave you like bacon
And get shanked in them staircases
Trying to pitch, gotta run the bases
Bottom bitch keep flooding papers
My aces got cut faces
Raw flesh, gotta cut and paste it
Butter loaf in the oven, bake it
Nothing sacred, touch cak
Niggas wanna come and taste it
You get stripped buck naked
Fuck a bank statement
I got over a hundred k in my basement
You formal is basic
Paying layaway on a bracelet
You repair I replace shit
You a chair, im a spaceship
You shed a tear out of sheer hatred
But to get here more than skill
Takes patience
Ill natured, golden age reels feels ancient
Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers

My Nine Spray
My Mind Spray
My Mind Spray
My Nine Spray

(KA)
Gems by division, sums how I'm living
They slum with these comforters
To numb that I give em
To get my weight like an eight
Hung with the Gibbens
Some Narc in the park
Get crumbs with the pigeons
Wanna squall
Bullets get lobbed and go to my job
On the strip, running shit
When you couldn't have jogged
Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise
They watch for errors
And that is when parcel arrives
We get cake, bake slay proportional size
Strangle a human angle with monstrous lines
We be straight if we ate
We be harsh with the nines
My body heal faster
Than the scars in my mind
Sour grapes for papes
Now I'm regarded as wine
Liquid scroll which nip is cold sip it slow
He more type righteous
Recite with a wicked flow
This is cream talk
Climbing a bean stalk
Team trying find green giant
Outta clean thought
Pull myth full clip load that
We keep it cooking
Looking for the golden egg
Shots sound somebody pops shot down
Man folded
Another ran holding a hot pound
Split em back
Dying slow living rapid
Triggers blasting
Need of passion
But niggas lacked it
When beef boil
You need feel a bullet or recoil
I'm dressin like a peasant but the speech royal

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