[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
My palm trey-oh glow
Niggas on the payroll know
We give halos bagel holes
Walk the streets with the [?]
Slang yayo back when De La Soul was singing "Say No Go"
Rappers is soft like Play-Doh dough
At shows, get tomatoes thrown
May flow, but they ain't loco
Baby bro they say go dope
Spank hoes with the trey-ocho
Blunt flow like prego, homes
Burn haze to make the day go slow
Rock tricolor rainbow gold
How a nigga spit the game so cold?
Got a strangle hold on your brain like a peso, oh
When you broke and your chains don't fall
And your range don't ro'
It's the same old lame-o show
Me expose, I can name bozos
But what they don't know: Marcberg come to K.O. folks
[Verse 2: Hus KingPin]
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
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