The Purist, Roc Marciano - Change lyrics
[The Purist, Roc Marciano - Change lyrics]
Marci, motherfucker
It turn beige in the microwave
Fuck what the bible says
I hustle to my final days
My fade cycle like a tidal wave
Vinyl is played pineapple haze accolades
I pull the AC up out the Batcave
Jackets is suede
Tough leather like the back of a slave
Black from a lack of shade
Straight hit the passenger in the range
While I was at the cabin bagging 'caine
Lavender rain falls on the
Shoulders of the ordained
The more paid, all forte, 24K gourmet
Fuck the horseplay
I jump out of the Porsche and spray
'Till your complexion pale four shades
The lord made you soft as clay
But as a boss would know
Office space, pillars hold up the portico
Whores form Portugal, words from the oracle
Before the pigs raid, call the audible
Change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
I never change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (motherfucker)
Check it the blood oath is taken
Money falls out the buttholes of gangsters
Hang the oil paintings over fireplaces
Beige Guccis with the red and green laces
Strive for greatness
My mind shine like a diamond bracelet
You mistake wine for blood on my apron
Throw a shot back like Slick
Rick with the eyepatch
Then slide the gat inside your pie hatch
I should get a high five for that
Gospel rappin'
Drop a wad of dollars in the mack hat
Mashing the black, half a stack
Push the seats back used to pump g packs
Now I punch the ATM keypad
Eating crab, and keep cash
Tread the beaten path speak with pizzas
Chick treat the meat like brass
Blow a note out the urethra, like Aretha
And send you soul into the ether
Change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
I never change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (motherfucker)
Yeah, nigga
Just motivational speaking baby, that's all
Know I mean?
This for all my gangster niggas
Straight up man funny style niggas
You don't know nothing about this one
Word up eat a dick up 'till you hiccup, baby
Pick your bitch up in the pick-up
It turn beige in the microwave
Fuck what the bible says
I hustle to my final days
My fade cycle like a tidal wave
Vinyl is played pineapple haze accolades
I pull the AC up out the Batcave
Jackets is suede
Tough leather like the back of a slave
Black from a lack of shade
Straight hit the passenger in the range
While I was at the cabin bagging 'caine
Lavender rain falls on the
Shoulders of the ordained
The more paid, all forte, 24K gourmet
Fuck the horseplay
I jump out of the Porsche and spray
'Till your complexion pale four shades
The lord made you soft as clay
But as a boss would know
Office space, pillars hold up the portico
Whores form Portugal, words from the oracle
Before the pigs raid, call the audible
Change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
I never change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (motherfucker)
Check it the blood oath is taken
Money falls out the buttholes of gangsters
Hang the oil paintings over fireplaces
Beige Guccis with the red and green laces
Strive for greatness
My mind shine like a diamond bracelet
You mistake wine for blood on my apron
Throw a shot back like Slick
Rick with the eyepatch
Then slide the gat inside your pie hatch
I should get a high five for that
Gospel rappin'
Drop a wad of dollars in the mack hat
Mashing the black, half a stack
Push the seats back used to pump g packs
Now I punch the ATM keypad
Eating crab, and keep cash
Tread the beaten path speak with pizzas
Chick treat the meat like brass
Blow a note out the urethra, like Aretha
And send you soul into the ether
Change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
I never change bang bang to get change
I never change
Bang bang to get keep (motherfucker)
Yeah, nigga
Just motivational speaking baby, that's all
Know I mean?
This for all my gangster niggas
Straight up man funny style niggas
You don't know nothing about this one
Word up eat a dick up 'till you hiccup, baby
Pick your bitch up in the pick-up