[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, bring the gauges
Cocksuckers sending praises in Rod Lavers
This shit is hard labor, Scarface behavior
The .380, it came with the laser, my bitch from Malaysia
Send the pimp's legislature (Woo)
Finger fuck the MAC out the Range Sport, twist and retort
This couldn't be taught, it's instinctive
The minks is distinguished (Uh-huh)
Just look at what I do with this English, uh
The Rollie-Rollie look pinkish, thick R&B bitches fingered
The scent of sweet pussy lingered (You smell that?)
Trips to Syria to meet the criteria
Bitches all irie without India
Crack the vent, my flatulence stink
My afro has kink like an African king, the Jag is for the spring
The money's in the back with the string
I'm like Tony with my arm in a sling (Uh)
That's pretty like the cash look, half black foot
Supercat, shot gritty out in Flatbush, no Bruno (Blatt)
My neck is cold like Pluto
Let a few go out the coupe (Uh) uno
[Chorus: Roc Marciano & Freeway]
Still getting bitches if you didn't know
Spent a meal ticket if you didn't know
Real nigga if you didn't know (Okay)
I killed niggas if you didn't know
[Verse 2: Freeway]
It's the best bearded rapper, bearded trapper
As I pull through these bearded naps, create these bearded raps
Like I plotted retaliation, the beard is back
They want annihilation but I won't let hip hop die for nathin'
Incarcerated Scarfaces in the staircases
Turned to tight jeans-wearing niggas with the queer faces
It's an oasis of gay shit, I can't take it
And rappers with no content, I'm out here with no favorites
My akhi said, "You need to be deenin' and building businesses
The rap game frauding and ignorant, don't save it"
But I feel partly responsible, see these rappers, I raise 'em
My son doula's my illegitimate babies
And if they thought they gon' blame me
If you go to jail, can't blow the L, when they revoke the bail
Wear I'm from, the shit real
These youngers know how squeezing the toast feel but don't know how toast smell
Green eggs and grit shit
For where every day is Halloween and every night is mischief
We mask up to get shit
And yes, I really lived this so I really got the right to spit this
In the telly with his chick
I'm her favorite fella 'cause I made it out the ghetto, I'm gifted
And whenever I visit, you know I keep the metal cocked
In Philly, it's killers on every block, bow, bow!
[Chorus: Roc Marciano & Knowledge The Pirate]
Still getting bitches if you didn't know
Spent a meal ticket if you didn't know
Real nigga if you didn't know
I killed niggas if you didn't know
Didn't know, didn't know
Spent a meal ticket if you didn't know (Knowledge)
Real nigga if you didn't know (Pirate, chyeah)
I killed niggas if you didn't know
[Verse 3: Knowledge The Pirate]
When I dump and I rinse, leave 'em leaking or jumping a fence
Take the gun, wipe off my palm and my prints
Stay calm and not tense
Then go see a major event with my ladies and gents
In that grey Maserati with tints
Feeling like Gotti, everybody wanna get a glimpse
Paparazzi out here taking flicks, tryna capture the moment
We pour out liquor and send our condolence
Kill all snakes, rats and rodents
We mask up and we murder with motive
A game of death where you kill your opponents
Seventeen shots in his flesh was inserted
We sent a message how we shot up that nigga's suburban
Hop in the Maybach and draw back the curtains
Two shooters and two hoopties to cause a diversion
Left the nigga dead in traffic mergin'
Uh, we shoot shit up
