Roc Marciano - Patina lyrics

Groans from the cellar- my a cappella My b**h a wild cat, only i could pet her Pocket full of cheddar, popular sweater, popped the sheriff Its all about buyers and sellers, condominiums with high ceilings Proud villains Blowing lines out in Venice, my grill got grimace, this sh** is business n***as' pretenders I rock in linen with sinners, flip the slippers I do ya misses something malicious its sacrilegious Sport the tux like daddy warbucks, got a horses' nuts This sh** is real, it's more than us just talking tough Im talking that stuff That stuff that's sure to get you tossed up Torched up, long gun That 21 right in there cumbersome And when im done back in the cummerbund Pull out the hummer when the summers done Im summoned this is d**h of the becoming But reoccurring n***a ya g ain't even current Im blowing european currant You'll be encouraged These are gifts of being coloured In your own inequity you're being punished Only relate to results im putting faith in the cult Escape with snake on the cloak, my taste for dope is like a scapegoat Break the note, able to fold Dis my n***a's soul Shake his soul Its taken its toll I wrote this taking a stroll A couple shakers on the payroll, jays rolled Range rove, the split is suede raincoat Hop out the rover like a stagecoach Like one of jesse james folks 12 shots by my physical equator Thats two six shooters n***as wanna do me like jesus and judas Ma f**a