[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Jump out the Fisker and come cook your ass
Uh
Burr
Yo
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Your favorite rapper send fan mail to me
Your lil' LP ain't worth twelve pennies
Seventeen shells in the semi
That's the same iron that burnt Penny (Tss)
This the flow that earned me a Bentley
It came with my own personal Fonzworth Bentley (Yes, sir)
Pretty bitch with some perky titties
I heard your cheese tighter than virgin kitty (Niggas broke)
But that's besides the point, if I point, you gon' catch a hollow point (Therе he go)
Your product of choice, god got moist (Wet 'еm)
You seen the light at the end of the tunnel
Try me, I will be delighted to pop your bubble
Might even give your wifey a couple in the thigh muscle, I chuckle
Uh, you know my body quality over quantity (Uh)
He couldn't possibly made another quantum leap
Top of the heap, ask my colleagues (Ask)
You just tryna get by like Talib Kweli (Woo)
Only the throne is my comfort zone
Where I'm from, if you an unknown, you better come with a pole (Better)
Live by the codes niggas uphold
I got no love for hoes (None)
Ya dun know (Niggas know)
Ya dun know (Marci')
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Uh, I made murder sexy
Might catch me in the F430 with a dirty Pepsi
Look how early shit turned messy
Topsy turvy, put in work on them jive turkeys
Push a line on the opps 'til the timer pop
I seen a lot as a child, I was traumatized (Help me)
Now it's monetized, they swore I had Masonic ties
But my eyes only recognize dollar signs
The bag I'm in now different
The Louis luggage thirty-thousand, I was power trippin'
I'm at the house snickerin', countin' chicken
It's sickenin', I whipped the brick, now it's submissive
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