Roc Marciano - Snow Lyrics
[Intro]Oh shit, oh shit!Yo look outside sonYou see that?Damn son, it's comin' down right?OkLet's go[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]Yeah, yeahYou played the art of war like a chess champThe wrestler's camp, let's give the man a handHe used to go hand to hand by the gramTake a brick and then grind it to sandBaby girl, my 45. don't jam, Al Pacino wit a tanGhetto Casino, rollin' c-lo wit VitoFor nothing under a c-note, nigga, we still reppin' the East CoastReaching for toast like TV remotesSpray cans where graffiti is wroteAnd where the media promotes so I appear like a genie in smokeAnd for me it's so easy to boast, even when I'm greasy & brokeIn a pea coatAnd this beat here's good as meatloafBetter yet a pot roastGettin' block close, if niggas need dopeThe hits out, better you then me firstNigga do your research, you'll be six feet beneath dirtPromise you this much, I'm out for the big bucks, Mr. Big Stuff, get your shit touchedKeep the 45th tucked, nigga kiss buttWhip a Benz truck, siippin' juice from a pimp's cup, huhThis is money rap, run a hundred & twenty lapsOn the track, it's a money wrapBlat!Brothers scat, do some jumping jacksBrothers put out a buncha crapNow they perfect for tax[Hook]SnowLet's go, finesse the flowFresh dressed from head to toe, let em' knowOn wit the show, we used to play the corner for doughRain...hail...SnowLet's go, finesse the flowFresh dressed from head to toe, let em' knowOn wit the show, we used to play the corner for doughRain...hail...Snow[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]Me and my niggas had dreams of richesBad *****es wit mean figures, keep the green twistedSqueeze biscuits, underneath the money green Discus, 2010, hits and mischiefJuggling Jum's, bubblegumCum on her tongue, the color of rum, it's the return of the fly bum, honMaybe it's just my radiant flesh or the baby tech that wet up a grey GS, yesPlace your bets, till I get to taste success, rappers to me are just a waste of breathIf they can't take a threat then pay Flex out the AvirexSnakes for petsEat a rat, spit out the headSingle handedly rip, you and whoever you wit, level and peddle some incredible shitRun in your kennel once the kettle is litWe'll beat you wit the metal clip, firmly legitYou Kibbles & Bits, *****[Hook]SnowLet's go, finesse the flowFresh dressed from head to toe, let em' knowOn wit the show, we used to play the corner for doughRain...hail...SnowLet's go, finesse the flowFresh dressed from head to toe, let em' knowOn wit the show, we used to play the corner for doughRain...hail...Snow
