Corniche

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Uh, fuck you got here, nigga?

The bitter dose

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Burgundy sables

Rock Purple Label

Birds in the stable (Yeah)

Shots out the .38

Burnt the potato (Hah, woo)

You know my words

This ain't that same-old, same-old

My DNA was close to Sambo's

To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat (Woo)

This made of suede ho

I was made to persuade hoes

These ain't the days of old

I spray you then hasta luego (Grrt)

What's a chazzer?

That's a pig that's not flying straight, yo (Straight, yo)

A hole awaits for you in San Diego

Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh)

Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go (Go)

Don’t hang your head low, brother, pain is growth

How could I still be getting better?

I'd explain but won't (But won't)

I know some haters don't promote

But some say I'm the GOAT (Baa)

Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?

Sling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke)

I was still focused on ways of making dope (Get it)

Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra

The plot to fly or not conspired

Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai (We'll get 'em tonight)

It's a done job

Choppa dump up at ya bomboclaat and what not

Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side (Ain't no love, nigga)

Touch you, cut you a slice of humble pie

Life's like a jungle (Like a jungle)

I got too much hustle to

Shuck and jive like some do (Uh)

I might become a Jew with dumb loot

The Mac sound like a drum loop (Brrt)

The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit

Stop riding dicks

Choose a new muscle group

The bus moves

Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too

Haha, Marc, nigga

You already know what the fuck it is, sucka

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Uh, yeah, it's me

They try to kidnap this best selling author like "Misery" (Uh)

What I do?

Escape the situation like wizardry (True)

Blacked out on your mans

Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet (Uh)

Pun picked me up

Told em meet me by the river B (It's right over there)

Two guns just for symmetry

Bitch I had that shit on me

When I was playing Little League (Uh)

Yeah your boy is first class

I've never seen the middle seat (Nope)

Bitch I'm talking literally

Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy (Nope)

Dug Jesus out the grave

Found him rocking the chain

My face was on his piece

Ain't no topping my name (Damn)

For over twenty years your boy

Been whipping drops in the rain (Fact)

Butt naked playing Tekken

I'm on top of my game (Fact)

Double dragons on my head (Uh)

Two M5 Wagon - blue and red

I hit that shit so good

I can't even find my bread (Where the fuck is it at?)

I know it's here somewhere, fuck it

I guess I'll find it soon some year

It's me

[Outro: Fillmore Slim dialogue]