Velvet Cape

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Light my blunt, you fucking whore

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talking about

Nigga's got game, it's a muthafucking shame

Make you want to grab the pump shotty and aim

One in the brain, uh yeah, one in the brain

Check it, yeah, uhh

Nigga's got game, it's a muthafucking shame

Grab the pump shotty and aim

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

When you see me with that mask, it ain't for hockey, black

Used to play the lobby with crack, Wally's is black

Pontiac's quality rap

Tapping punani from the back off the Yak

My bitch is built like a yak, my kick's is a rack

Open your chicken wrap, wings on the pigeon flap

Still rock fisherman hats with the slacks

You're listening to facts, nothing false

My heart won't defrost, send shots back and forth

Serve soft, ho circle us all, sipped in velour

Kiss the gift horse (muah), a eighth off the bricks chipped off (break 'em off)

Rose gold links from Panama

Tan lines from camel rides, smooth like the Phantom glides

Fly eyewear, diamonds is rare

Fresh out of Zaire

I'm on a higher tier, dry your tear

Pop guns by the pair, one in the trunk, call that a spare

Lift you in the air, Ligaments tear

Yeah

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

My mind is different though

Just lift your chain over your neck, don't make it difficult

These choices I make, no need for explanation

Exceeding expectations

I'm like a surgeon deal with daily operations

Of the life we live

Green drugs rolled up in paper

A very subtle Meyer lemon sauce, Sicilian capers

Moroccan razors, cause life is all about a balance

Good come with the bad, the plain comes with the palette

It could get violent, send your body to the stylist

I stand alone, you cats be wildin' like I'm Irish

Protection from the virus, "Magic" J

Homies pass away, I'm living life until that tragic day

Dip in 635, CSI, Gil Grissom eyes

We only smoke it if it's crystallized

The drugs are hidden by a pigeon in her tits and thighs

My pockets never minimize, whipping a cinnamon ride

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]

This crime saga rap, twist the Goldschläger cap

Waves under my stocking cap, Queens shit, we started that

East Coast artifact, never artificial

Fly lecture architecture, box cutters will kiss you

Shotgun shells will massage you

Type of affection that'll make your friends dodge you

It's all love though, even in times of war

I'll beat the pussy up, and make vaginas raw

Wait a designer whore, they come back like china raw

Fly, fuck a tie, only suit I'm rocking is velour

Got Benz money, but look better in a Cadillac

Timepieces, rhyme, pieces, victim of my habitat

Divine status, I'm already known for having that

Dead a tan linguine, nowadays because I rather black

And fuck marinara, I like my gravy hotter

We keeps it spicy so I order it arrabiata