Not Told

[Intro: Dialogue]

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

I’m in that all black boat

See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope

Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat

Knock your ass over like poor black folk

Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes (Marc, nigga)

Play the stove, lames are disposed

Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes

Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Learned life lessons, late night fighting lepers

Polo’ed down like Tyson Beckford

Flow is nice, the blow's white like Robert Redford

But little homie, this is just textbook

Flesh is cooked, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook

Keep it jumping like Russel Westbrook

It can’t be better-put

We live fast, got a lead foot

Push sevens out, in Meadowbrook

Ya mellon get whupped

Will find your skeleton in the hood

I sat and had a sip at the gentleman’s club (Yeah)

Intelligent writers, pockets got Elephantiasis

Come with choppers like helicopter pilots

I drive a five, lopsided, pop iron

Try and make a hole for you like linemen

Designer trends is high-end, I’m disguised in

Cartiers is wired thin, keep my eyes hid

Take advice from wise men with ends

Rhymes is deep, you might want to dive in and swim (Splash)

Ugh – you feel the pain in the music

My ways are polluted, big chain hang stupid

That’s how we do shit (Chill, nigga...)

(You already know how we play, nigga... ugh)

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

I’m in that all black boat

See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope

Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat

Knock your ass over like poor black folk

Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes

Play the stove, lames are disposed

Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes

Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told

[Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]

Before the night part, this life start

Don’t be on at 4 in the morning, get Etch-A-Sketch'ed in that white chalk

It’s raining and storming, the water's quite dark

Kingpins, killers turn informant, thinking they might walk

No playing, or pranking, have you walking a plank

Now you food for them sharks in the tank

From a hood where we sharpen our shanks

Kingpins get stripped for they ranks

The watch and chain, plus the pinky ring

Come through Customs with a couple things

Six-fifty, clean with them custom rims

M-16 with a couple clips

Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip

Silencers, infrared, all official shit

A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship

Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip

Submariner Rolex wrapped around the wrist

Blowing cannabis, as I navigate down One-Two-Fifth

Water blue Mazi' straight off the dealership

We pour out liquor in remembrance – listen...

[Interlude: Dialogue]

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

I’m in that all black boat

See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope

Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat

Knock your ass over like poor black folk

Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes

Play the stove, lames are disposed

Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes

Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told

[Verse 3: Ka]

You ain’t have a clue, what niggas had to see and had to do

Just to have some wheat that they can chew

Meat to make a stew, the need to feed, lead to fatal brew

In the streets, knee deep, major crew

They lie and deprive, it’s what they made us do

Engage in the trades and evades, gauges blew

But don’t touch the custies, wave 'em through

Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too

Our haters grew, necessarily sinning, glowing with confidence

Temporarily winning, knowing the consequence

Fuck man law, I’m speaking of the fire – word to the sire

My fans poor, I’m preaching to the choir

We in the dirt, reaching with desire

That’s why we sling the work, seeking for a buyer

Cook it up, keep it on the fryer

Pump enough base to make speakers burst, then we can all retire

[Outro: Dialogue]