Not Told

[Intro: Dialogue] [Chorus: Roc Marciano] I’m in that all black boat See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes (Marc, nigga) Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Learned life lessons, late night fighting lepers Polo’ed down like Tyson Beckford Flow is nice, the blow's white like Robert Redford But little homie, this is just textbook Flesh is cooked, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook Keep it jumping like Russel Westbrook It can’t be better-put We live fast, got a lead foot Push sevens out, in Meadowbrook Ya mellon get whupped Will find your skeleton in the hood I sat and had a sip at the gentleman’s club (Yeah) Intelligent writers, pockets got Elephantiasis Come with choppers like helicopter pilots I drive a five, lopsided, pop iron Try and make a hole for you like linemen Designer trends is high-end, I’m disguised in Cartiers is wired thin, keep my eyes hid Take advice from wise men with ends Rhymes is deep, you might want to dive in and swim (Splash) Ugh – you feel the pain in the music My ways are polluted, big chain hang stupid That’s how we do shit (Chill, nigga...) (You already know how we play, nigga... ugh) [Chorus: Roc Marciano] I’m in that all black boat See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told [Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate] Before the night part, this life start Don’t be on at 4 in the morning, get Etch-A-Sketch'ed in that white chalk It’s raining and storming, the water's quite dark Kingpins, killers turn informant, thinking they might walk No playing, or pranking, have you walking a plank Now you food for them sharks in the tank From a hood where we sharpen our shanks Kingpins get stripped for they ranks The watch and chain, plus the pinky ring Come through Customs with a couple things Six-fifty, clean with them custom rims M-16 with a couple clips Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip Silencers, infrared, all official shit A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip Submariner Rolex wrapped around the wrist Blowing cannabis, as I navigate down One-Two-Fifth Water blue Mazi' straight off the dealership We pour out liquor in remembrance – listen... [Interlude: Dialogue] [Chorus: Roc Marciano] I’m in that all black boat See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat Knock your ass over like poor black folk Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told [Verse 3: Ka] You ain’t have a clue, what niggas had to see and had to do Just to have some wheat that they can chew Meat to make a stew, the need to feed, lead to fatal brew In the streets, knee deep, major crew They lie and deprive, it’s what they made us do Engage in the trades and evades, gauges blew But don’t touch the custies, wave 'em through Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too Our haters grew, necessarily sinning, glowing with confidence Temporarily winning, knowing the consequence Fuck man law, I’m speaking of the fire – word to the sire My fans poor, I’m preaching to the choir We in the dirt, reaching with desire That’s why we sling the work, seeking for a buyer Cook it up, keep it on the fryer Pump enough base to make speakers burst, then we can all retire [Outro: Dialogue]