Tek To A Mack Lyrics - Reloaded - Roc Marciano

[INTRO] 

Yeah, check, Marc 

Back for the crown baby 

AV that's brown like gravy 

Style is wavy 

Lazy eye Tracy McGrady 

Deliver like an 80 pound baby 

I'm a horse, you a rope 

I let off Macks 

You crap in your clothing 

Golden moments 

Rolls Royce driver named Coleman 

45 watch game frozen 

Scared to death 

Mad salty like a potato chip 

You know the routine 

I'm out to break a bitch 

Over the stove with the bakers mitt 

I'm still on that gangsta shit 

Burning that dour 

European footwear 

I'm coming off a real good year 

Kush in the air 

Them niggas like books, Look square 

I swear they don't even got hood flare 

I'm a natural, You little rascal 

Homo swag, I wouldn't put it past you 

Changes invested, faith's tested 

I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast 

My thoughts is pour torches left corpses 

My chariot pulled by horses 

Ya'll doo-doo, I'll sock it to you 

Pierce your rib with the spear like Shaka Zulu 

Cops pursue you 

When you got pies like Lu Lu 

Control a whore's mind like voodoo 

Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveways 

Ménage à trois on Fridays 

Peel bills consistent 

And just to think I willed this into existence 

Memories of being broke are now distant 

I insisted biscuits 

For all that I did to get rich then 

I hope within you forgive the kid like a 

Christian 

To get rich then, I hope within 

You forgive the kid like a 

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[Hook] 

From the deuce to the tre 

From a tre to an eighth 

From an A to a K to a 9 from a K 

From a K to the grey, 45 all black 

All black 45, from a tec to a mac 

Big dinners, dilemmas 

I ride in a Plymouth 

Listening to the Spinners 

I love the art but it's a business 

D's trying to pin us 

Cause what I do with the pen is stupendous 

Young niggas look up to us like father figures 

Design fly rhymes like architecture 

Modern philosopher 

The feds trying to pop at us 

But ya'll ain't got the proper size nuts 

Line me up without the iron cuff 

Reclined in the truck 

My mind like a diamond in the rough 

Apply the cut gotta come up 

Got to sit tough, Chronic is puff 

Wallets is buff, I'm a stud 

Dollars is spotted with blood 

The nine snub 

Should hold you out with thugs 

You forgot what it was, huh? 

Well bitch that's what is though 

Pitch em an O Lou Ferrigno, indo 

Flowed out the benz 

Tinted windows 

Pimp bones 

Exotic skin tones 

Ear lobes flooded with gem stones 

Money put in a hoes flip ten folds 

Gotta stack it 

Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket 

That's why I keep the llama in the bomber 

jacket 

That'll push yo whole yarmulke backwards 

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[Hook] 

From the deuce to the tre 

From a tre to an eighth 

From an A to a K to a 9 from a K 

From a K to the grey, 45 all black 

All black 45, from a tec to a mac 

Gangsta Mack. Back.