Corniche

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Uh, fuck you got here, nigga? The bitter dose [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Burgundy sables Rock Purple Label Birds in the stable (Yeah) Shots out the .38 Burnt the potato (Hah, woo) You know my words This ain't that same-old, same-old My DNA was close to Sambo's To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat (Woo) This made of suede ho I was made to persuade hoes These ain't the days of old I spray you then hasta luego (Grrt) What's a chazzer? That's a pig that's not flying straight, yo (Straight, yo) A hole awaits for you in San Diego Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh) Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go (Go) Don’t hang your head low, brother, pain is growth How could I still be getting better? I'd explain but won't (But won't) I know some haters don't promote But some say I'm the GOAT (Baa) Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke? Sling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke) I was still focused on ways of making dope (Get it) Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra The plot to fly or not conspired Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai (We'll get 'em tonight) It's a done job Choppa dump up at ya bomboclaat and what not Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side (Ain't no love, nigga) Touch you, cut you a slice of humble pie Life's like a jungle (Like a jungle) I got too much hustle to Shuck and jive like some do (Uh) I might become a Jew with dumb loot The Mac sound like a drum loop (Brrt) The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit Stop riding dicks Choose a new muscle group The bus moves Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too Haha, Marc, nigga You already know what the fuck it is, sucka [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Uh, yeah, it's me They try to kidnap this best selling author like "Misery" (Uh) What I do? Escape the situation like wizardry (True) Blacked out on your mans Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet (Uh) Pun picked me up Told em meet me by the river B (It's right over there) Two guns just for symmetry Bitch I had that shit on me When I was playing Little League (Uh) Yeah your boy is first class I've never seen the middle seat (Nope) Bitch I'm talking literally Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy (Nope) Dug Jesus out the grave Found him rocking the chain My face was on his piece Ain't no topping my name (Damn) For over twenty years your boy Been whipping drops in the rain (Fact) Butt naked playing Tekken I'm on top of my game (Fact) Double dragons on my head (Uh) Two M5 Wagon - blue and red I hit that shit so good I can't even find my bread (Where the fuck is it at?) I know it's here somewhere, fuck it I guess I'll find it soon some year It's me [Outro: Fillmore Slim dialogue]