Knock It Off

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Pimpstead

Knock it off (Always listen to these dusty-ass niggas)

Knock it off (We got hard knocks)

Knock it off

Yeah, knock it off (Shit's disgusting)

Yo (Yo)

Yo (Yo)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Exploded on the scene like soda mixed with codeine

Up in the Rover, lean, promethazine, I’m a dope fiend

The pole come with the beam, more ninas than Gino Green

D&G jeans, I got the genius gene (Uh)

Fuck you mean? My pinky ring a bean, squeeze the machine

All you see is pee and Twinkie creams

Alexander McQueen minks for the queen

Rich cuisinеs linked to king's disease

Can't just livе to drink and eat with greed

The team agreed to keep the light green

’Til I put blood on your clean tee and then cut your cheek to the white meat

I'm too nice to critique, you should keep quiet like mice feet

Or thief in the night tryna sneak ice in the heist, type dude still accuse out the ice tea

I peep with my left eye while you creep (While you creep)

While you creep, thought I feel asleep

Patek Philippe rain hella sleet

Niggas jealous of me, even Hellen Keller could see

With every freak I met, we had chemistry, I had the skeleton key

Stepped on the ki', did the Pepper Seed

Bitches get vetted by the pedigree

All my legacy sniffing ketamine

That's a pet peeve

Enough with the pleasantries (Enough)

Marci

[Interlude: Roc Marciano]

I'm the new best look

I'm the most watched, I'm the most anticipated

I'm the most hated on, the most talked about (Knock it off)

I look better, I, I, I just feel better, taste better than you niggas (Stead, knock it off, Stead)

It, it don’t really matter (Stead, Stead)

Let me see me real quick, let me see what I look like on this

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

My aesthetic, you could sell it, it’s a sex pellet (Sells)

How you get the look, devilish but angelic?

With my ancestors in Heaven when I made man in my image

But all niggas ain't handsome, just to be fair to the women (Uh)

Up here where the air is thinner, ain’t no weird niggas

Or square bitches here to irritate my spirit

I'm busy creating pyramids

To be frank, your lyrics is mid, forgive me for being insensitive

A life of mediocrity is not for me

If I wasn't top seed, I'd probably be chopping a ki’

Three hundred boxes of Oxy', debauchery

With two bottle freaks in the Moxy, I'm on a knocking spree

Can't knock the hustle (Uh)

Still gotta learn to shuffle even if you knock-kneed

I'm from the school of hard knocks where you get knocked off your feet

Capisci?

[Outro: Roc Marciano]

Beauty is daunting, it scares people (Knock it off, knock it off)

They're terrified of buying art, for example, because the taste is on display (Knock it off)

And they should be terrified because, generally, people have terrible taste (Knock it off)