Deeper - Roc Marciano

Smoke shit, daddy what you know about it?

Pimp shit, what you know about it?

So what you know about it?

Eight ball corner pocket, my hustle: can’t knock it

The game shopping catastrophic, I’m after the profit

Pull a salad out the stockin', it’s poppin'

I popped in the cherry blossom

Rocked the lockman in the cockpit

You frontin' like you hot shit

Shake out, dress understated at the steakhouse

Spaced out, deep in the game I pray I make it out

Two bitches naked on the couch, crouch

Go Porsche, I’m a clotheshorse

Your boss thrown in the trough

The blows soft, throw salt on pork

You’re done, prick him with the fork

Dip him in the sauce, linen cloth

Lay on the king, blesses to my offspring

Sip the water from the spring, it ain’t a thing

Pattern leather ski mask,

my feet pass a G and a half

Pull out the fast European cab, crab

I’m basically a jeweler

You tryna fool a consumer

Cubic zirconia,

I copped the gold in Mongolia

Spoke harmonies at the podium

my bitch like Ginger in Casino

Pink tuxedo, show machismo

Clean your clock, soft toe Reebok

Peacock move like a robot, stove top

ride laver

Cock the hammer, sixteen in the clip one in the chamber

Show up footed, the Porsche dashboard’s wooden

Motherfuckers bite the bullet

The six forty seats is like puddin'

It’s the position I was put in

My bitch arch her back, I slid the wood in

Can I kill it, funkadelic George Clinton

Keep it pimpin' more convincin', without the tension

Many mansion, Mr. Belvedere Benson

Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to mention

Expenses to prints is pretentious, no pretend shit

Tennis kicks, tinted lenses

My thirst for the chips is tremendous

It’s never endin', it’s a win-win