Mt. Marci

Can't take to heart what true lovers say naked in the dark
 That's the surest way to break a sacred bond
 Undercovers hating like they some cops
 Just keep my name out of your mouth, everything'll be fine
 I'ma forever be fly, I'll come check you my guy, I'm verified
 Play me, you better be wearing some teflon ahead of time
 Ride on you 'till the tread on the tires catch fire
 For worshipping false idols, you'll get fed to my pet lion
 TEC-9 in the Cabana lining
 Kinda like the Nas line when he hid the iron
 Pressure busts pipes but it makes diamonds
 We danced on the china like Frankie Lymon
 And watched the gunshot trauma with Bacardi Limon
 Ferrari riding, we mobbing
 Line my pocket, I got all this from rhyming inside the pocket
 Gallery Department carpet, the cars still Hardcastle and McCormick
 The ghost is paranormal, it's royal
 The roof on the condo got the gargoyles, enjoy the spoils
 I wrote this song with coke oil, you can smoke off the foil
 The rose grow from the soil
 The rose gold Rollie got froze from rose water
 Spill on ya, might catch pneumonia
 Ain't that some shit?
 Uh
 I ran it up without a loan
 I guess you can say I'm coming into my own
 I just dropped a comma on some stones, so I don't feel alone
 My lil' homie just caught a homo
 I got mixed feelings about you bro, but I'm not a mulatto
 I was driving in the Milano, death is final, we playing God's role
 I just sold my Diablo, I'm trying to keep the Most High close
 I cry while I wrote
 Soon it might be my time to go, but what do I know?
 Pops was a wino, but he was fly though
 The pineal gland, it look like a pinecone, that's what I was told
 The sole provider was Mama's Stove
 They turned the light off, it was cold
 I grind with the hoes and mulatto souls
 Where I'm from, we don't hit the lotto, the road got potholes
 The pole made the Op feel macho, kinda like a dyke with a dildo
 Chill hoe, ain't that a bitch yo?
 Ain't that a bitch?
 Fuck you mean?
 Run that shit