Rob Markman - Todt Hill

Mar 15, 2020 199

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Listen to the official audio of "Todt Hill" by Rob Markman. Produced by BurnsBeats

Lyrics

Write to dream

I got paper, I be actin like I’m broke still
Dead serious they act like I'ma joke still
'Till I hit a lick, net about 4 mil
Drop a bag and get a house up on Todt Hill
Leave 'em baffled 5 beds and 6 bathrooms
Disappear like I’m Frank Matthews
Beat on, whispering while I drive around
Stopped at the Corleone compound to jot it down
You hear the cries from a weeping widow
I’m in the spot Carlo died kicking the window
I’ve been plotting on this spot ever since I was little
Fuck Spotify, I'ma start dropping on Zillow
Write to Dream, new merch, I'm dropping these pillows
They think it’s just raps I’m dropping these riddles
Yeah I know, I was met with some resistance
But anything you speak, you can speak into existence

I know they might feel a way
Wake up, never know why they feel that way
It’s hard to deal, sometimes you one deal away
And while they thinking hate, I’m thinking fly real estate
Fly real estate, fly real estate
While they thinking hate, I’m thinking fly real estate
Fly real estate, fly real estate
While they thinking hate, I’m thinking fly real estate

Anything I want I get it, I’m magnetic
Some call it prophetic and authentic
Word to Al chemist, we all chemist
Who learned silence when the universe tries to send a message
A toast to aspirational lifestyles
Word to AZ, that’s the reason I write now
And window watch out the Marriott
This Rap Caviar without the bullshit and all the caveats
Brooklyn boy made a play across the Verrazano
Bumpin' Cappadonna riding down Cappadonno
Tryna match the dollars, fuck tryna match bravado
And build a house right next to Paulie Castellano's
I often think about Gotti hit
Did he have regrets on the life he lived?
Romanticized and everything looked beautiful
'Till the church denies your funeral