Roc Marciano - 76 lyrics

[Production by Roc Marciano] Quadraports slide off through a time warp Been getting money before dinosaur Diamonds is on, llamas is worn Write rhymes on island resorts Dimes who snort Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport Push a fly two door like Too $hort IÂ’m just an artist with a tec Hard as a baguette Carve a n***a head, you a meat ball, get squeezed on Your physical being turned to cream corn Slice a quarter for the order Supporter, roll dice on the corner Gats tucked, big cash to touch them at the cusp Couple of hundred racks on the rug Young don, son'Â’s under the arm He treats Lamborghinis like bumper cars Got scars, chains around the neck like scarves Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn IÂ’'m the next big thing Chickenheads cling, the bedspring king Run the ring, my head is on top of the pyramid Pictures of me and all my affiliates We lit phillies like idiots k** the lineage, let them know what it really is n***as is penniless with skinny ribs I fire semis at too many wigs I feel like Billy the Kid, skinny big You literally live as a guinea pig If the Timbs ain'Â’t on deck you know the Pennys is Your finger still penny pimps You make me pull the Mac Milly out the Fendi trench In any event, hold the 12 gauge thatÂ’'s heavy as sh** For every clip we let steadily rip Push your afro back to '76 motherf**er Hold up, any good year baby Those some great years baby Â’75, 76 know what I'Â’m saying Â’77 and into the 80Â’s IÂ’m saying word Seen a lot n***a, word up Huh, n***as is petty, legendary All of my enemies, dead and buried I let 20 hit your strawberry Pelle Burn holes in your belly like Henny Bet he turn up dead like Freddie For owing n***as fetty, get cut with a machete Lift you up prick with the dezzy Smuggle d** stuffed in the teddy Your b**h get f**ed, missionary Visionary, I bust shots out the tinted M, daddy Ghetto poet, fourth and the rodent looked bloated You shouldn't have gloated, I unload it I was molded to stand up whenever n***as folded Your spirit out your body just floated Word to my son, I murder a bum Turn the thumb, until itÂ’ swell up like plumb Your future look glum, heard I feel none I'm numb With guns bang on you like a steel drum Spill blood, plus sweat Before I lift the iron up, stretch Clutch the tek, bust till you wet, heads rubber neck Like damn what a f**ing mess Who wan come test the unimpressed, make you undress To eat food like I'Â’m underfed Dump with the feds like I'Â’m on a dead with' one in the head DonÂ’t let it be left unsaid