Trapeze

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] High wire acts, wire taps Real life, not The Wire We playing with hellfire It's either Elmira or inside of my Easy Wider Pull the fryer out the Todd Snyder It was as long as an all-nighter 40 made the hall brighter With the white, I'm sort of like an oil refiner China purifier Gotta dry it by the humidifier Can't let them eye you while you perspire, like work for hire Do your homework, you'll learn the work is fire Been taking risks, this thе greatest wrist If we rating thе pen, if I ain't top 10, the list was created by atheists If you hate, get your trachea slit, straight '86'ed Every nigga stay within your radius get hit The Knick chips a chip off the old brick This is a colon cleanse, I took a golden shit, exploded on your Rick Owens fit No soap can kill the odor, it’s over with Just know when it's lit, at that moment a smoker broke the stem The tip fell in a bag of open chips, exposed it to kids These wounds I'm opening didn't mend What didn’t come out in the wash, did in the rinse Your Louis Vuitton cardigan get drenched Expensive garments on a cheap bitch, nigga (Uhh) Expensive garments on a cheap… (100 Block Shot, boy. Marci.) [Verse 2: Errol Holden] (Microphone check, uhh) Smooth ride up the westside, talking to my man in the FCI, he gotta phone Soon as I hang up with him, I get a FaceTime from Ton' he’s sitting in Copper Cove Autobiography Range Rove' Shouldn’t left my autograph on my project stove Out here in the fields we fight for our meals Take the apple pie to master’s house and kill whoever squeals In May, the hood got rich off of pills, oxycodone hydrochloride Bought a thousand blues from a nigga who don't use deodorant or brush his teeth with fluoride This money is a war cry Through the gastrointestines of grinding from a seven and a half to a joint I am your tour guide From the era of Buster Browns and Florsheim Clean this floor shine, screamed the devil Aaron Neville high pitch If she ain't his face, she can't be my bitch, it's that simple Fiend money, wild wrinkled Emily's burger, medium rare Fries wild crinkled I don't mix and mingle with your sort, I can tell what this crack money bought for real No thoughts manufactured, runaway slaves being captured He almost ran out the statue of limitations Ain't no limitation, this life, is an imitation of mines On the project roof looking for a sign, wasn't none So I bought a 125 plus another one Son was on the run so long he forgot what he was running from When they caught him, they reminded him, gave him a 100 some years No tears, just a grin He took it on the chin Never let them see you sweat, we took that as a win Force fields fortified, perimeters patrolled From '01 to '03 3 million nickel cracks was sold Sold in a whole, booga-boogie And “Fuck what he could have been, dead is what he should’ve been long time”, said the old lady in the window with her elbows on the pillow Mice holes filled with Brillo She originally from Amarillo, Tejas Hey, hi. What’s the science? Ya lack of compliance is an act of defiance I told you to pack your people up like a gentleman Ladies and gentlemen, the ship is sinking Make your way to the life raft George Raft, invisible stripes Bagpipes 21-gun saluting, three rifles is shooting Self-winding perpetual movement I move with, 2 fools, 12 jewels... [Fades out]