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diamond cutters - roc marciano lyrics

[intro: roc marciano]
uh, pimps in the motherf-ckin’ buildin’
marc, baby, you already know what the f-ck it is, n-gga
we set the precedent out here, you can’t
you gotta be kiddin’ me, n-gga
knock it off, n-ggas following
uh, follow me though

[verse 1: roc marciano]
yo, rubber burners in them germans, we some earners
earnest, we don’t give a f-ck, we some virgins
versace shirt, medusa head with the serpents, disturbing
the folks in the church was nervous
spikes on the louboutins like a sea urchin
you don’t see my me networkin’
he’s not a people person
i was speakin’ on me but in third person
if violence hurts how we eatin’, it defeats the purpose
uh, whole cameras in the thirty clip
pray your soul get to enter that pearly fence
deals with the devil, snoop with the shirley temps
murder was the case they gave a pimp (murder was the case that they gave me)
eventually n-ggas learned in the long run, your friends turn enemies
little things is important
got popped, went to court once
since then, been on the run
n-ggas thought i was finished, i’m just warming it up
uh
once again, it’s on
pistols get drawn with no pencil point
shot fish, sh-t talk the oriental joint
thought it was civil ’til we kicked you in your groin
this sh-t is noise, i’m on steroids forever poised
floyd mayweather with the cheddar boy
this a different era
ain’t no missin’ gl-ss slippers given to cinderellas
b-tches running my errands (marc)
f-ck what you yellin’
n-ggas jealous and they feel us
if we ain’t gelling, accept it and don’t be desperate
n-ggas extra (extra)
f-ck, we next up
rosebudd did its numbers
we doin’ chest bumps
condo shoppin’ in cabo, the condom broke
that don’t mean that’s my child though
condo shoppin’ in cabo, the condom broke
that don’t mean that’s my child though

[verse 2: black thought]
ay yo
every sports coat got to be bespoke
keep a non-believer chokin’ on cohiba smoke
keep a wide receiver open like convenience stores
am i a henry ford or the lord? i’m either-or
these rappers is more weak, sweeter than rita ora
y’all whole f-ck boy squad this sh-t ain’t even for
its for esteemed honorees, not the nominees
this sh-t is for the proper g’s, not the minor leagues
smellin’ like a pot of greens is some kind of creed
i believe the jacket and slacks is [by walid]
i achieved greatness, switchin’ between faces
if ain’t a cartier on your sleeve, it seems naked
dream chasing delirium, the criterion is from senegal
the homie nigerian, look
with the twelve gauge long beneath the black burka
the track murker give a f-ck like a s-x worker
it’s a sad state of affairs, it’s a tear-jerker
the duffel bag circa ’95 gurkha
slaughter without borders, war in close quarters
joke is on whoever spoke, for ’em it’s post mortem
they prayed that the story they told could hold water
better make it wait, sure to disobey direct orders
we faceless and move throughout forgotten sp-ces
the rooftops, alleys, vacant lots, and bas-m-nts

- roc marciano lyrics

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