Roc Marciano – Better Know Lyrics

Uh, come on, yeah
Marc ni**a
We got these ni**as I told you baby we got these ni**as
Better know
You better know
You better know
You better know
Better know
Uh, come on

(Verse 1)
The weed loud but the money quiet
Keep it down, let no one inquire, Shh!
The secret’s out like my truck is wired
B*tches tripping out, I’m just such a liar
Nothing under Mya’s shrimp and jambalaya
Pulling up in something fire, bulletproof so you been dying
Tell the truth, we moving china but
My new boo, she Hawaiian
Got your jiggaboo…writers?
Oh ma the new routines is hot an
Soon as I roll up mama hop in
See ni**as from the block when…don’t it?
I’m very handsome in the telly
Lamping in my Helly Hansen
Through Israeli bi**hes belly dancing
Manis and Petis, Mercedes
Got my ladies Giuseppes, check it
Baby 380’s stashed in Avis and Pelles, buss it
Hopped out the foreign, they thought I was Warren Buffett
From here on its all or nothin
If I fall off I turn on the oven
If you tripping, drop a few long on the luggage
Ni**a you ball on a budget
I ain’t nothing to be f**ked with, nuthin ni**a
Bring in my horns and trumpets

Check it though
I’m just taking notes
Can’t disrespecc it though
This was
The yay from Mexico, you gotta stretch it though
Price was really low ?
Bi**h you better know
You better know, better know
You better know, better know
Don’t ever cuff a ho, you gotta let em go
I just said it so, now you better know
You better know, you better know
Better know, you better know

(Verse 2)
F**k wit me…my hooker make you like
My money clean, don’t play me close, just give me 20 feet
Might find me chubby on a sunny beach, my gun in reach
So many rap but only very few become elite
They love me in the street
They see I’m on a winning streak
Bi**hes love that D when they go
Presidential on the wrist but never been impeached
F**k a beef I’m trynta hit a lick and live in peace
Get the streets?, I’ve been, through or to… many freaks
I’m too pretty, don’t pity me?
I’m just a Geto Boy like Willie D
I think my mind’s playing tricks on me
Got a couple bi**hes turnin tricks for me
I’m the s**t homie
S**t, and only slow but I’m far from a one trick pony
Stick you for that brick, you never get 40
Pistol whip your bi**h and make her strip for me
Uh, s**k d**k slowly
Bang you for your chips and piece of s**t Roly
Ni**as out here frontin like they know me, blow me
I got more cheese than macaroni
I’m a motherf**king O.G