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letra de i.6.w.t - roc marciano

[verse 1]
all we got is us, in god we trust
this how the job sound when it’s properly done
imma only run this down to y’all c-cksuckers once
i’m not to be touched
like the oven top when it’s hot without gloves
wash up a scrub all you see is suds
you so dusty now that we done we gotta clean the tub
steam from the gun released the wrinkles from the chief hitting tucks
talked so greasy, b, he was obviously drunk (must be f-cked up)
deep in the game, my adidas is stuck
i’m no mind reader my g but i could see what’s to come
when i spoke with ib, this the holy ghost cuz i believe i’m speaking in tongues
i’m leaving blood the on sheets i’m reading from
bob and weave cuz the key’s not to get beat to the punch
chop you, all you see is pieces and chunks
looking like the toppings you eat at pizza hut
ain’t no sweeping me under the rug like the secret you tucked
you think it’s love then motherf-ckers stick their t–th in your grub
to keep it a buck i been greedy, i done feasted enough
shots of tequila and puerto rican rum
off the reefer i caught a decent buzz
the street i’m from, it ain’t all peaches and plums
you either a bum or you keep with the fiends wanting a sneaker tongue

[refrain]
all we got is us
in god we trust, n-gga
all we got is us
in god we trust, n-gga

[sample]
somebody help me
somebody help me
somebody help me
somebody help me

[verse 2]
they want the real back
n-gga that’s real rap
feel the wrath
sprayed you with the bl!ck, flip your raft
sh-t made a big splash
mad ripples in the river like when the wind bad
listen kid i was chilling when i got wind of that
i had the window cracked
it’s lit
don’t let the wind blow out the match
if we clash, bet you don’t win no match
you can’t do sh-t with me like a b-tch with no ass
off the rip to itch for them stacks
when we had a kidney to scratch like a brillo pad
the bag look like a pillow fill with cash (stuffed it)
puerto romano, water diamonds, three quarter water moccasins
i wore these to the oscars, pimp
for these bottles i had an ostrich k!lled
the guts of the mazzy was looking like chocolate milk (ill)
i’m keeping it funky like monkey lice
these little ugly motherf-ckers don’t want me to shine
like the sun in the sky in summertime
that’s forever not just some of the time
these other guys yet to measure even up to my thigh
tryna strive
i felt a funny vibe
you wonder where your underlings slide when the money dry
caught em in queens riding through sunny side
sh-t they lucky they ain’t on sonny’s side
they getting chicken it’s not kentucky fried, buddy
we makes a lot to be comfy but money’s not, my guy

- roc marciano

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