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1,000 Deaths - Roc Marciano Lyrics


[Verse 1]

Hopped out the Sprinter in the dead of the winter

Wit' hella niggas

The beef never settle, we let it simmer

My bitch a real head spinner

I mean ever since I put lead in the members of your clique, they quit messin' with us

My sex drive ride like an S5

Check the finesse drive

This is as simple as connect-the-dots

"Get the hell out of Dodge," said the cops

You got hip-hop in the head lock

She foamin' at the mouth

Greenlight them niggas, open house

Molotov cocktail, might have to smoke 'em out, no doubt (uh, no doubt, nigga)

Six million ways to die, choose a couple

Brothers busting at your bubble goose

Way down in Moose Knuckle

Slipped once, oops

But the move was subtle

The new uzi come with the muzzle

I think "What Would Rosebudd Do?"

Tipped the crown

Flooded it with colored gems, fuck it

One less thing scratched off the bucket list

Y'all been put on notice

Niggas, we on it

No homo–I don't love Makonnen

Shit ain't changed, you know the game

Money, hoes, clothin'

It's all golden

I'm still walking on roses

Uh

Late sessions with my therapist, forever pissed

We was left for dead with no inheritance

The only heirlooms passed down to the ghetto kids was metal

That's the same weapon that Bob shot the sheriff with, uh



[Hook]

All I wanted was some finer things

Bad bitches just scream my name

Big chains, diamond rings, and cars

I bet you didn't that I'd go far

Baby, this is how the story goes

Weed was taught to us, well this is all we know

Squeeze fifth, did it all for the cash

Bet you ain't never did no shit like that

Never in yo' fuckin' life

So fuck it, ya'll niggas some big, big L7's, man

Ya' dig? Boss, nigga



[Verse 2]

We built this from the ground up, kiddo

This a kilo on my earlobe

For real though, y'all some weirdos

Ferragamos with the clear souls

The new TEC-22 with the air holes

Gotta be prepared, holmes

Baby, I'm a head case

This a leg race

So many Cuban chains I'm runnin' out of neck space, uh

You not a blip on the god radar

Fuck an A&R, I can do way more with an AR

Extended clip on the K look like a space bar, quasar

Don't make me have to pull it like the race card, uh

So don't you ever test my patience

For the drama I been waitin'

I left a couple shell cases

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