Nine Spray

Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Dust these niggas the fuck off real quick, man (Yeah, word... c'mon.... c'mon...) Marc, nigga... huh... [Chorus: Roc Marciano] My mind spray, my nine spray – yeah My mind spray – what, my nine spray Niggas sly, baby – my nine spray My mind spray, my nine spray [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Outlaw lifestyle, I'm raw, no Lifestyles Fly whores get piped down My sores get iced down, I'm like "owww" The K put you out the game like five fouls You outta bounds, I'm outta town runnin' with hounds Dumpin' the cal, kick up a dust cloud The gun is rust brown, it's a oldie, but goodie I'm looking like Goldie in the hoodie Rose gold Rollie, Tec 9's is loaded up fully Shells fly, open you like pussy I slide in ya, skin and injure Blacked down like a ninja, for legal tender Chrome Desert Eagle bend ya Ten send you like a street vendor Cook your meat, beef get tender No apron, .38'll shave you like bacon You'll get shanked in them staircases Tryna pitch, gotta run the base Bottom-bitch keep floodin' papers My aces got cut faces Raw flesh, got it cut and pasted Butterloaf, in the oven, baking Nothing sacred You touch cake, niggas wanna come and taste it You get stripped bucked naked Fuck a bank statement I got over a 100K in my basement, your formula's basic You payin' layaway on a bracelet, you repair, I replace shit You a chair, I'm a spaceship You shed a tear out of sheer hatred But to get here more than skill, takes patience Ill natured, golden age reels, feels ancient Motion picture rap, we like filmmakers [Chorus: Roc Marciano] My mind spray, my nine spray My mind spray, my nine spray My mind spray, my nine spray [Verse 2: Ka] Jums by division sums, how I'm livin' They slump with discomfort, it's the numb that I give 'em To get my weight like a ape, hung with the gibbons Slung narc in the park, gettin' crumbs with the pigeons Wanna squab, bullets get lobbed, I'm good at my job On the strip, runnin' shit, where you couldn't have jogged Cops, sheriffs, marshals despise They watch for errors and net us when parcel arrives We get cake, big slate, no portion or sides Strangle a human, angle with monstrous lines We'd be straight if we ate, but we harsh with the nines My body heal faster than the scars in my mind Sour grapes for papes, now I'm regarded as wine Lip is scroll, witch nipple cold, sip it slow Even when tight, righteous recite with the wicked flow This is cream talk, climbing the beanstalk Team tryna find Green Giant, not a clean thought Pull mitt, full clip, loaded head We keep it cooking, looking for the golden egg Then shots sound, somebody's pops dropped down Man folded, another ran, holding a hot pound Split him back, dying slow, living rapid Triggers blasted, need compassion, but niggas lacked it When beef boil, you either feel a bullet or recoil I dress it like a peasant, but the speech royal (But the speech royal...)