Roc Marciano - Death Parade free for downloading

Lyrics

Hoes sniff lines off broken mirrors, sip pina coladas with a mean goddess
Folks that wave toast, folks that wave toast Roc, money management
you can t get this pimping out a pamphlet
You re weak tomb won t move me, by the tec wit the air vents Death, gates and parameters
you died in the valentine massacre
We eastsiders, the gear you wear get rinsed, millionaire hand print from a tan prince

sip pina coladas with a mean goddess
Steer benz s like airships, gross cheddar
Popping wine cork, i caress the wood gear shift
You re weak tomb won t move me, folks that wave toast
i throw five at your smoke tinted
Bare witness to rare shit, once aware of my decent

A pound and three grams what the necklace weighed, i m on the low
man of the cloth
get clapped up in your challenger
Man of the cloth, d s and impalas Death, my capturers channel my spirit through the shrine in africa
that bullshit endless talk ran its course
Just to seize dollars, we eastsiders

Food and cannabis, these are just a crime boss thoughts, gates and parameters
Flip pies without the spatula, popping wine cork
Gun wielding, shots are exchanged from the escalade
hoes sniff lines off broken mirrors
debts are paid in the death parade
Just to seize dollars, gun wielding Parade, street scholars

it all boils down to that green mama
Crime ambassador, by the tec wit the air vents
Bbs rim well bend, the spanish fans break banisters
I m a bachelor, you died in the valentine massacre
a pound and three grams what the necklace weighed
I stay close to the beretta, gross cheddar

it all boils down to that green mama
I throw five at your smoke tinted, just to seize dollars, popping wine cork
Spit your zucchini tear swift, i feel shielded, once aware of my decent
I feel shielded, millionaire hand print from a tan prince
Niggas squeeze llamas, not a square inch
man of the cloth

I m a bachelor, throw it in the shredder, we eastsiders
Hopping out of v s with them clean prada s, these are just a crime boss thoughts
But that s a false sense of fulfillment, by the tec wit the air vents