We Do It - Roc Marciano

Nights is cold, dynamite sold

Gigolo wardrobe, soft on stoves

Four doors close, whores on the stroll

War stories are told and fool’s gold sold

Boss is thrown from four story homes

Porsches is all we got on

Never wore Saucony’s nor a pair of ponies

Rode wearing Rolly’s

Five pies no anchovies

Mack of the year, bitch I hold my trophy like Goldie

I knocked a row of Pretty Tony’s Tenderoni’s

Sent ten coyotes to run out to Wyoming

Like solitary rodent…

To smack you is an involuntary movement

But I get caught up in the moment

George «The Animal» Steele ya and kill ya

Peel silver and like a fat cow, milk ya

Spilt ya through a filter

Your fate is sealed i revealed ya

Filth to real is familiar

Real recognise realer

Don’t play the hand, play the dealer

Wearing concealer and Tequila

She sniff a smear off a mirror and then spear ya

Yeah I hear ya…

(We do it)

Yeah I hear ya

We do it

W-w-we do it

I mangle and mash, strangle that ass

Banged in the abs and laid in the trash

And sprayed with the mag

I came with the mask got eight in the cask

Escaped in the Jag but forty jakes came with the badge

The language is cash, explain to the mass

The angles in math, the angels in black to claim you and flash

You been a fag, i’ll display you in drag

Disgrace you and tag, degrade you when you stable an axe

Then give your weak label an axe, sable and hack

The way you mack, you lose ankle fat

Get in the lab and make the table crack

I’m paying you back for the way you act

Then lay you flat you ungrateful rat

Just like a rectangle in Madden, men scat

You just a resthaven for ass, you don’t wanna pimp

You just a trick like one of them

I’m from where the lovers of sin struggle to win

Spit 'til you covered in phlegm, enough to offend

Mothers and kids, nothing is above getting in

So bubble and

Son don’t wanna get pinched

Gun in my clinch, I’m running my sprints

You stuck on the bench

You swung on a limb, I hung on the strength

Get front on my grip

It’s tight like the butt on a fish

You melt like the butter on grits

And won’t get to sell a crumb on the strip

Unless I get a hundred per cent

We do it

W-w-we do it

Move at night, the torch improve my sight

They plan that Ka bite the pie and I lose my life

Hammer’s will blaze but not afraid to use the knife

'Fore it’s blowing on I’m going to get some jewels of Christ

Forgive me, It’s a pity I starved, I wasn’t breast fed

Gritty niggas swear to god I’m right for my death bed

City of God, could be before I nest egg

Way too witty to ever hear me say «let's beg»

They say he’s possessed, yes he got the ghetto in him

My spit spread quick, no cure unless the little venom

let the metal spin 'em

The public my puppet, fuck it watch Geppetto string 'em

From a better kingdom straight rap sound is regal

Those lost in the haystack, you just found the needle

All praise due to the sky so the ground receive you

Bow, give a pound when we live in the crowd, we see you

We do it

W-w-we do it