Bohemian Grove

[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Uh

Lay back

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, this some shit my old king would fuck with

[?] shit on Sunday

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Two D's for a double dose

2s and Ds on the Dan & Dean bubblecoat

Tools squeeze

If you want smoke

We can mix it up and make gumbo

The snub nose Muggsy Bogues

The Calico Mutombo

Niggas talking all this mumbo jumbo

First rule of thumb

Keep it a hundo

We still live by them old teachings we don’t love no hoes

Those are cuckolds

Might have to go and flood the Rols with bloodstones

Holmes was thinking Puffy Combs

I'm eating lovely, Trust me

We live comfy, we don't have money woes

Knew I was gully since a youngin with the runny nose

Even though we drove here in luxury it was a bumpy road

I had the pump, it feels good to have company though

I'm comfy ho

I'm in my underclothes

My location's undisclosed

Yeah, this is black-owned, this ain't dough the crackers loan

Your flows won't pass the acid test or pass for gold

I blast the chrome

All you see is ass and elbows

The straps on the Margielas is velcro

The fire for the metal melt the snow, I got stories, bring marshmallows

The fire from the metal melt the snow

I got stories, bring marshmallows

[Chorus: Knowledge the Pirate]

Listen

Food on the table, coke on the stove (yeah, whip that)

Secret society, Bohemian Grove

We took five fish and five loaves

And fed five-thousand, I guess I'm like Christ I suppose

We drove hoopties up the bumpy roads

Now we pull up in foreigns on them bumpy roads

Listen, yo

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Came from humble beginnings doing double shifts

Got sticks, these not Doublemint

Just like the B.I.G. double disc

With different hustles, double-dip

We're trouble you don't know who you fuckin' wit'

Let off a couple

Touch a blood clip and let off a trunk and fix

I'm with that white girl

I'm in that sunken place

The Roly must be punched in the face

Get the ice tray

Some like to say life is like a dice game

Stakes is high

Any minute the price could change

I'm shitting hard

I need my diaper changed

The pain will just get wiped away

I had on diamond chains to light the way

My shining Breitling turning night into day

I'm a Viking

I might bite your face

Ain't nuttin' nice, I ain't no slice of cake (no)

Fuck if you feel some type of way just type away

On cyberspace, you’re better off waiting on the sky to break

[Chorus: Knowledge the Pirate]

Listen

Food on the table, coke on the stove (yeah, whip that)

Secret society, Bohemian Grove

We took five fish and five loaves

And fed five-thousand, I guess I'm like Christ I suppose

We drove hoopties up the bumpy roads

Now we pull up in foreigns on them bumpy roads

Listen, yo