Trapeze

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

High wire acts, wire taps

Real life, not The Wire

We playing with hellfire

It's either Elmira or inside of my Easy Wider

Pull the fryer out the Todd Snyder

It was as long as an all-nighter

40 made the hall brighter

With the white, I'm sort of like an oil refiner

China purifier

Gotta dry it by the humidifier

Can't let them eye you while you perspire, like work for hire

Do your homework, you'll learn the work is fire

Been taking risks, this thе greatest wrist

If we rating thе pen, if I ain't top 10, the list was created by atheists

If you hate, get your trachea slit, straight '86'ed

Every nigga stay within your radius get hit

The Knick chips a chip off the old brick

This is a colon cleanse, I took a golden shit, exploded on your Rick Owens fit

No soap can kill the odor, it’s over with

Just know when it's lit, at that moment a smoker broke the stem

The tip fell in a bag of open chips, exposed it to kids

These wounds I'm opening didn't mend

What didn’t come out in the wash, did in the rinse

Your Louis Vuitton cardigan get drenched

Expensive garments on a cheap bitch, nigga (Uhh)

Expensive garments on a cheap…

(100 Block Shot, boy. Marci.)

[Verse 2: Errol Holden]

(Microphone check, uhh)

Smooth ride up the westside, talking to my man in the FCI, he gotta phone

Soon as I hang up with him, I get a FaceTime from Ton' he’s sitting in Copper Cove

Autobiography Range Rove'

Shouldn’t left my autograph on my project stove

Out here in the fields we fight for our meals

Take the apple pie to master’s house and kill whoever squeals

In May, the hood got rich off of pills, oxycodone hydrochloride

Bought a thousand blues from a nigga who don't use deodorant or brush his teeth with fluoride

This money is a war cry

Through the gastrointestines of grinding from a seven and a half to a joint

I am your tour guide

From the era of Buster Browns and Florsheim

Clean this floor shine, screamed the devil

Aaron Neville high pitch

If she ain't his face, she can't be my bitch, it's that simple

Fiend money, wild wrinkled

Emily's burger, medium rare

Fries wild crinkled

I don't mix and mingle with your sort, I can tell what this crack money bought for real

No thoughts manufactured, runaway slaves being captured

He almost ran out the statue of limitations

Ain't no limitation, this life, is an imitation of mines

On the project roof looking for a sign, wasn't none

So I bought a 125 plus another one

Son was on the run so long he forgot what he was running from

When they caught him, they reminded him, gave him a 100 some years

No tears, just a grin

He took it on the chin

Never let them see you sweat, we took that as a win

Force fields fortified, perimeters patrolled

From '01 to '03

3 million nickel cracks was sold

Sold in a whole, booga-boogie And

“Fuck what he could have been, dead is what he should’ve been long time”, said the old lady in the window with her elbows on the pillow

Mice holes filled with Brillo

She originally from Amarillo, Tejas

Hey, hi. What’s the science?

Ya lack of compliance is an act of defiance

I told you to pack your people up like a gentleman

Ladies and gentlemen, the ship is sinking

Make your way to the life raft

George Raft, invisible stripes

Bagpipes 21-gun saluting, three rifles is shooting

Self-winding perpetual movement

I move with, 2 fools, 12 jewels...

[Fades out]