Chords for Roc Marciano - 76

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_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ You know what I'm saying?
[Eb] Know we got that talk, nigga.
[Ab] You know what I'm saying?
We get [Fm] some of that.
[F] Quadraport slide off to a time warp.
Been getting money before a [C] dinosaur.
Diamonds on, limes [G] swarming.
Frack bombs on alligators.
[Fm] Diamonds snort.
Some guys slide a line inside a Newport.
Push a [F] fly two-door like it's too short.
[C] I'm just an artist with a set heart as a baguette.
Carving that hat.
[G] You a meatball.
Get [Ab] squeezed on.
Your [Fm] physical being turning the cream corn.
[Am] Slice a quarter for the order.
[F] Support, [C] roll dice on the corner.
Gats, tuck, big cats, did such a meth to [G] cuss.
Couple of hunnid racks on the glove.
[Fm] Young Don, son's under the arm.
[F] He treat Lamborghinis like bumper [G] cars.
Got [Cm] scars, chains around the neck like scarves.
Your limbs hang out of thread [C] like yarn.
[G] I'm the next big [Ab] thing.
Chicken [Fm] heads cling to bedspring cans.
Run the ring.
My [A] head is on the top of the pyramid.
These [C] pictures of me and all my affiliates.
We lit fillies like idiots.
[Cm] Killer linies.
Let them know what it really is.
Niggas [Fm] be penniless with skinny ribs.
I fry [F] semis in too many ways.
I'm feeling like Billy the Kid with a [Fm] skinny bag.
You literally live as a guinea pig.
[G] If the Timbs ain't on deck, you know the pennies [Ab] X.
Your fingers still penny [C] pinch.
You make me pull a Mac Milli out this Fendi trench.
[Fm] In any event, hold a 12 gauge.
That's heavy as shit.
[G] Every clip we let steadily rip.
[Ab] Push your ass pro [Cm] back to 76, motherfucker.
_ _ _ Rolled up.
Any good year, baby.
[Cm] Roll some great years, man.
_ Five through six.
[Ab] _ _ _ [Abm] _ [C] 77, then through the 80s.
[Bb] You know what I'm saying?
Work.
_ Seen a lot, nigga.
_ Rolled up.
_ _ [Ab] _
You got the greatest.
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] Huh.
Niggas petty.
It's legendary.
All of my [Bb] enemies are dead and buried.
[Eb] I let 20 hit your strawberry pelly.
Burn [G] holes in your belly like Henny.
[Fm] Betty turn up dead like Freddy.
My own [G] niggas fetty.
She get cut with the machete.
Lift you up quick like a desi.
Smuggle drugs [Bb] stuffed into [G] teddy.
Bitch, she fuck missionary.
Visionary.
[Fm] I bust shots out to 10 of them, daddy.
Get a poet.
[F] Four up in the road and look bloated.
You shouldn't have gloated.
I [Fm] unloaded.
I was molded.
[Eb] Stand up when other niggas folded.
Spirit out, your [C] body just floated.
[Fm] Rolled up my son.
I murdered a bum.
Turned your thumb until it swell up like plum.
[Bbm] Your future look glum.
Heard I [Bb] feel none of them numb.
[F] Guns bang on you like still [G] drunk. Spill blood.
[Ab] Trust sweat.
[Fm] Before I lift the iron, I'm stretched.
Clutch the check.
[C] Bust to your wet heads.
[F] Rubber neck.
Right then, what a fucking [Fm] mess.
Who I'm [Bb] come test.
The unimpressed make you undressed.
[G] Eat food like I'm underfed.
[Ab] Dump the feds like I'm running dead [F] with one in the head.
Don't let it be left unsaid.
Your old kid always come front for me.
_ Let it be left unsaid.
[G] _ Rolled up, rolled up.
Forget that, [Fm] baby.
That was good.
Come on, nigga.
_ _ _ [C] This [Fm] wheel of fortune, you better get turned in the place where you ease back down.
[Eb] _ [G] Feel it, that warm against your skin.
[Ab] _ Wondering what [N] it's gonna be like to feel your brains blown out through the side of your head?
Wondering what comes after, if anything, or