[Intro]

Fuck you got here, nigga?

The bitter dose



[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]



Burgundy sables

Rock Purple Label

Birds in the stable

Shots out the .38

Burn the potato

You know my words

This ain''t that same-old, same-old

My DNA was close to Sambo's

To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat

This made of suede ho

I was made to persuade hoes

These ain't the days of old

I spray you then hasta luego

What's a "hassa"?

That's a pig that's not flying straight yo

A hole awaits for you in San Diego

Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe

Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go

Don't hang your head low brother, pain is growth

How could I still be getting better?

I'd explain but won't

I know some haters don't promote

But some say I'm the G.O.A.T (baaaahhh)

Why try and fix this shit if it ain't broke?

Sling yayo, kept my neighbor's woke

I was still focused on ways of making dope

Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra

Plot to fly a knot conspire

Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai

It's a done job

Choppa dump up at ya bombaclot and what not

Fuck em, we don't got no love for the other side

Don't let niggas touch you

Cut you a slice of humble pie

Life's like a jungle

I got too much hustle to

Shuck and jive like some do

I might become a Jew with dumb loot

The Mac sound like a drum loop

The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit

Stop riding dicks

Choose a new muscle group

[?] bust moves

Cocksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too



[Verse 2: Action Bronson]



They try to kidnap this best selling author like "Misery"

What I do?

Escape the situation like wizardry

Blacked out on your mans

Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet

Pun picked me up

Told em meet me by the river B (it's right over there)

Two guns just for symmetry

Bitch I had that shit on me

When I was playing Little League

Yeah your boy is first class

I've never seen the middle seat

Bitch I'm talking literally

Motherfuckers ain't never seen Italy

Dug Jesus out the grave

Found him rocking the chain

My face was on his piece

Ain't no topping my name

For over twenty years your boy

Been whipping drops in the rain

Butt naked playing Tekken

I'm on top of my game

Double dragons on my head

Two M5 Wagon - blue and red

I hit that shit so good

I can't even find my bread

I know it's here somewhere, fuck it

I guess I'll find it soon some year

It's me



[Outro: Fillmore Slim dialogue]