Manilla Envelopes

[Verse 1: Jake Palumbo] Big dreamer, small business '88 Beamer, heat seeeker, tall Guiness I am living on the edge of panic rooms & busted windows With a mustard colored jumpsuit Seducing younger womens Spend my days in the basement avoiding the super Cornbread, peach tea, burning sour, eating grouper Spiral out the staircase leaving on the creep Sometimes I wish that I was dead, just to get some decent sleep Time to pay my loan shark, Hudson & Horatio Cigar bar owner with enforcers on the payroll Emeralds in the headphones, exchange manila envelopes Handshake agreements, my pops taught me to honor those Move in total silence, so I'm never like "your honor", though Ostinato bass line, copped a box of Optimos Cops is like the Octagon, choke without a care In the lab I'm Dr. Octopus, engineer extraordinaire [Hook: Innocent?] Look - I don't know what these motherf***er's expect You carved your name in this game, they gotta show you respect Traveled across lands, demand they cut a check You so up to your neck, might light up a cigarette (And you don't even smoke...) They say you insane in the membrane, & yep There's a couple screws missing But homie ain't done yet I make you a bet that the day before you go You get a million-dollar check in a manila envelope [Verse 2: Jake Palumbo] Smash pumpkins off the necks of dumb fellas Country bumpkins buying guns at Cabela's Switch the vehicle cause they memorize your patterns Rap is lackluster, never memorize your patterns Snooping neighbors, overdue favors But if I'm on the clock, then there's food on the table My mood is unstable, sampling Dave Brubeck Dance like I'm crippled with palsy, I can't two-step Cripller crossface, true story - I sold Chris Benoit groceries in 1999 Before I ever sold a record, before he snapped & went gory Met my idol as a teen, the Wolverine said go for mine Bumped my head a few times Suffered two concussions But cracked $80 Thou on the strength of my percussion Last year, JP Midas Touch, Golden Ear Old enough to know better, young enough to see it clear (REPEAT HOOK) [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Ghost guns from the Philippines These white b*****s is feeling me like Ryan Philippe Whip a blow-up in the kitchen, this s*** is chemistry It's risky business, we did wickedry with the chicken feet Switching V's, $50 G's is chicken feed We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany's Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed The 5th will bend your knees like Christopher Reeves Getting the breeze is just routine My shoes from the boutique They cool as Kool G, they run a cool G Just copped a new blue SUV We don't lose sleep Was a jewel thief I popped the tooly at your booty meat Play your position, I'm playing mines I'm playing God, you could never take the baton My young shooter Juan he from San Juan Said Duece was on the arm After he blammed your car, he died his hair blonde BRIDGE - Innocent? What do you do when your back is against the wall And you're down so deep, no reception to make a call All you got is a couple of bags of raw Brown liquor, one mic & a button that says record Second hand got me high as my first toke Don't even think Travis Scott come equipped with the antidote Dungeon of rap, these chains will never be broke All because of C-Notes inside manila envelopes