Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Richard Gear, artist - Roc Marciano. Date of issue: 14.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Richard Gear |
| God bless my soul I’m a sinner |
| The path to righteousness is thinner |
| I was beating with many stripes, far more than I like to remember |
| My life is like a wild adventure |
| Cops tried to pinch us, niggas piled up in my mama’s Sentra |
| I had the 9 with the condenser |
| Your T go from white to magenta |
| When them shots enter |
| Hit you and left your body bent up (nigga twisted) |
| You know the chain of command if it’s for dollars then we can prolly link up |
| But otherwise it’s unlikely my nigga |
| I’m not to be taken lightly I’m a silent killer |
| Do me a solid, come suck what’s behind the zipper |
| I steer the ship, ma. |
| I’m the skipper |
| I don’t fish, I’m more Guy Fisher but just a bit richer |
| There’s no magician that could trick us |
| No roost no chickens could spook us we ain’t superstitious |
| I’m witcha bitch in the booth in the Ruth Chris kissing |
| We slid in the back door and walked through the kitchen |
| Ass so fat, this shit had me tripping like tryna stick Rod Strickland |
| My aura glisten, I shot the bull with the stick from long distance |
| And went off the grid to chill just like a baller with a torn meniscus |
| I still never slip with all this water dripping, knocked the game up, |
| it was more than just morning sickness |
| I hit the floor to beg for the lord’s forgiveness, I done lost my discipline, |
| I’m tempted |
| Listen, kid, I’m still on that pimp shit |
| My shooter’s like Larry Bird he from Port-au-Prince he not from French Lick |
| Shit is intrinsic, my niggas kill, that’s how we build friendships |
| Til then your membership’s pending |
| Pinky ring with the diamond pendant swinging |
| I’m in a european speeding up and down Linden |