Consigliere

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

This shit ain't rocket science

I rock the Greg Laurens like a rock climber

The stars lined up

You got lined up

I heard it through the grapevine

That the barber getting lined up

Niggas not even cut from what I'm from

Fuck it

Be up front

The Mase white

Seat's peanut punch

We the clean-up bunch

Pull your jeans up for once

The game don't come with a gun like it's Duck Hunt

You got fucked in the butt

That's on the low like a buzz cut

Jealous of you for what

Why would I give two fucks (give a fuck nigga)

You ain't got shit I want

I'm the one

I'm narcotics

I come bottled up

I'm a hard act to follow blood

You can't catch no hommos with that hollow gun

I dare you monkeys to try one more stunt (I dare you niggas)

You might need a raincheck

The chain is a pain in the neck

The tre 80 is Mr Potato Head

You bled three different shades of red

That's what the painter said

Read the disclaimer before you skate ahead

Rub your name out with the eraser head

No trace of the dead, just a JPEG

That they can place on the web

Yeah

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Damn nigga (Uh)

Fuck you mean, boy?

It'll be a cold case out here if you fuck with me nigga (Nigga)

You should've [?] your ass boy (Them niggas know)

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Pack flippers feel us

When they see us they tip their hats to us (Salute)

I went to get the Pat Ewings, the new ones

Aiyo Tip, that was back before I had a computer

With mad bitches on the track

I went to get the black Cadillac a tune up (Yeah)

Your bitch come back smelling like tuna

Lit the room up

Stop listening to the rumors

Me and that bitch never booed up (Never)

To tell the truth you not cute enough, whore

But you can sure suck a bowling bowl through a hookah straw

Dual exhaust on the two door raw

Son, bring a fork to share food for thought

Before you enjoy the meal first let it cool off

We playing a long game?

You knock off for your main ball and chain?

That's all then I'ma call it a day (I'm out)

You know the forte

Ralph Lauren draws on but fuck the horseplay

Got sauce for days

You got poor taste

That's water base

Shit I ain't even playing

I sit down and eat at P.F. Chang's then leave without payin'