Roc Marciano - Muse lyrics

Go away baby go away baby



Thank God for Roc Marci'
Y'all some carbon copies
These off brand niggas genuine Jockey
My neck and wrist is rocky
The Tec fit in the Masi'
Might catch me and your wifey
Like Ron Eisley r kelly in the closet
Gossip rose petals and chocolates
Compliments to Chef Bronson a few croissants
Watch swans swim the wine
Since '89 it was bottled in
Since '89 it was bottled in
Models kissing my olive skin
Body lotion, candles naomi Campbell
Smoking a Camel 38 taped up
Look like I broke the hammo', famo'
Oh your hammers blow imaginary ammo
Trap out the bando brand new Lambo
Damn bro cut the top, Amber Rose
Plus my hands was froze
All my flows like the cannabis it was cloned
This is amethyst you niggas food
I bought rolls for sandwiches i'm no pimp
This is road management uh
I'm into road management
Baby I was told this dough will
Make the planets spin make the planets spin
This can't be it fancy ambience
We're family men this is candy for kids
I got the jammy' up near your pancreas
Mother fucker


(Movie dialogue)