Gauntlet

Roc Marciano:

Crack rock be the muse

Mama sung the blues

Daddy did his ones and twos

Wearing down his shoes

Rock them grown man pants for over a band

This ain't fashionova for men

Nevermind the brand

These hoes wanna put y'all nose in my biz

Build whole careers off my stolen ideas

Emotional knowing I'm exposing your hand

Why even go there? It's only fair

When you're up you're supposed to share

That’s real talk

Don’t let these rap ni**as blow smoke up your ass

Should've worn a mask

To smash and grab

Ni**as left the pad ransacked

Did my vanishing act

Hand to hand crack in a sandwich bag

We danced on the pack

Popped the bubble in the Air Max

Til the motherf**ker's flat

What’s f**kin with that?

For all this gas might need a blunt wrap

Be blunt when you rap

You ain’t got to be a running back

To fumble the bag

Got too much cash to be humble

But still I'm not one to brag

Over dungeness crab

We doin numbers four mil

Two in each duffel

We doin lunges

Eat your food but we not lunching

I just wanted nourishment sustenance

Ended up with abundance

Cause that’s what Allah wanted for beloved

I'm a husband I made love to the oven

Then jumped in the Cullinan

My son was in the back coloring

I'm coveted

I been thuggin

I've been wanted by the government

All my life been on some other sh*t

Crack rock be the muse

Mama sung the blues

Daddy did his ones and twos

Wearing down his shoes

Real hustlers and true preachers

Raw artists and movement leaders

The pedigree of pure dreamers

Script flippers read the scene and supersede it

Convene with the supreme being who conceived it

Cowrote a new season

Paved my own road to true freedom

Third world residence

Visas and Gucci sneakers

Phone full of canceled icons

A few Mumias

Five Percenters MGT’ers

Qadiriyah Sufi Sunnis Shias

My catalog stream

With world leaders doing features

Pen bleeding all my suffering and grieving

Celebrate achievements

Breathe and exorcize demons

Collect a year’s worth of tears

And drip em in Madina

Heart connected to the art

And architects of Giza

Cohiba rose shisha

Arroz con banana Mogadishu

Port Of Moka beans

Seeping through the Bona Vita

Former dope fiends

Proved to be my holy teachers

Thread the needle

With the truth to feed the people

I speak peaceful with an uzi in my easel

Deep creases put a groove under the needle

Laser beam lens

To shoot a movie in the street

Crack rock be the muse

Mama sung the blues

Daddy did his ones and twos

Wearing down his shoes

Louder than a bomb

Light the fuse

It's ramadan

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