[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]
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