Lyrics It's a Crime - Roc Marciano

"I got my eyes on you. Pies are ordered. Lines are snorted, eyes watered
Got source wit 5′s and the quarters hittin ya'll corners. Risin′ on 'em like high waters
My supporters is side call 'em. Hold, steady eye ballin. Coke wit da army him in any pop warnin′
Pop coke, 45 nine taurus. Cops is on us. Niggas out kickin′ up top soil
Two Glocks on 'em, we′re now warrin'. Five Warrens, ride foreign, car soarin′
My performance, we stealin', ya′ll borin'. See da seal and start pealin'. Like an orange
My appearance is not syrup. You starin′, when I′m starin' instead of glarin′
Like hard castle and Mccormicks. You prolly corded, if not recorded
My eyes soarin' like Deon Warrens. You lie dormant, let the whores in for us
Young Cummares like Don Pores. Ar de pora.
Hoes offer to drink my urine
It′s 'cern that I′m stern. The fern got ya bitch kitten purrin'
It's like I′m pimpin′ and servin' once the dicks inserted. She turned to a whole different person
Dig in purses. Image worship. That′s like our church is. You can tell
I'm a pimp by how my shirt fit
Keep it open like the zipper broken. Sit low up in the nickel loaded. Wit′ da pistol loaded...
Doin' crime all the time. Doin crime all the time. Doin crime all the time
Keep it open like the zipper broken. Sit low up in the nickel loaded. Wit′ da pistol loaded...
Doin' crime all the time. Doin crime all the time. Doin crime all the time
Uh. Straight G shit. Shout out to my physical bliss."