Roc Marciano - 1000 Mile Stare lyrics
[Roc Marciano - 1000 Mile Stare lyrics]
That dirty money stink scrub it in the sink
Brothers wasn't in sync
Now I got blood on my sneaks
Some was smudged on my cheeks
Slugs run in your mug piece, a dozen at least
Beloved, I'm covered in grease
But now I do my morning runs
On the beach in Greece i'm beyond the GOAT
I'm such a threat
These niggas can't touch me, not a thread
Glock 40 in the strawberry red drophead
Look like a wet Moncler
In my ear, one clear solitaire
I'm rhymin' at a God tier
Brown foxes, I'm a chocolatier
I got the 1000 mile starе
You got a coward's glare
Gunpowder cloud the air
How darе you come out
Your mouth sounding weird
Poppin' all that fly shit out your beard
They beggin' for recognition like some
Bitches 'til they bedridden
Lead whizzin' through a relative's kitchen
Hit mama wig all we saw
Was watermelon and chicken
Shit was all on the dishes (Woo)
Niggas wanna spray my home
Thank God I live alone wanna spray my home
Thank God I live alone
Niggas wanna spray my home
Servin' butter for bread and butter
Got Maison Margiela steppers in every color
Melee your head with some heavy lumber
At The London
Creep with the gun like I'm doin' lunges
School these dunces loot in my Gucci jumpers
Keep a few sticks, we toolie dumpers
Could never be too reluctant
To shoot the musket
My knuckles is jewel-encrusted
You on fuck shit (Fuck nigga)
Made a few adjustments
Niggas bit the swag but
Couldn't do it justice (Ehh)
It's quite flattering, I find it embarrassing
Y'all stinkin' up the joint
Like a quiet flatulent
Pull up and bang out if you feelin' froggy
The inside of the Ferrari got foggy
Word to mommy
I knew from his shirt the work was a body
It's a hommy this nigga's dead
Brothers wasn't in sync
Now I got blood on my sneaks
Some was smudged on my cheeks
Slugs run in your mug piece, a dozen at least
Beloved, I'm covered in grease
But now I do my morning runs
On the beach in Greece i'm beyond the GOAT
I'm such a threat
These niggas can't touch me, not a thread
Glock 40 in the strawberry red drophead
Look like a wet Moncler
In my ear, one clear solitaire
I'm rhymin' at a God tier
Brown foxes, I'm a chocolatier
I got the 1000 mile starе
You got a coward's glare
Gunpowder cloud the air
How darе you come out
Your mouth sounding weird
Poppin' all that fly shit out your beard
They beggin' for recognition like some
Bitches 'til they bedridden
Lead whizzin' through a relative's kitchen
Hit mama wig all we saw
Was watermelon and chicken
Shit was all on the dishes (Woo)
Niggas wanna spray my home
Thank God I live alone wanna spray my home
Thank God I live alone
Niggas wanna spray my home
Servin' butter for bread and butter
Got Maison Margiela steppers in every color
Melee your head with some heavy lumber
At The London
Creep with the gun like I'm doin' lunges
School these dunces loot in my Gucci jumpers
Keep a few sticks, we toolie dumpers
Could never be too reluctant
To shoot the musket
My knuckles is jewel-encrusted
You on fuck shit (Fuck nigga)
Made a few adjustments
Niggas bit the swag but
Couldn't do it justice (Ehh)
It's quite flattering, I find it embarrassing
Y'all stinkin' up the joint
Like a quiet flatulent
Pull up and bang out if you feelin' froggy
The inside of the Ferrari got foggy
Word to mommy
I knew from his shirt the work was a body
It's a hommy this nigga's dead