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[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Check it

I learned from the old heads

Invest the overhead

Don't let what was said

Go over your head

Don't go and bet the whole loaf of bread

So many soldiers bled

It left the ocean red

Open your head

Brain matter fell on the Pro-Keds

Broker deals with the cokeheads

It came when the culture was dead

I shocked the game

Rose rose from the bed

Frankenstein with the bolts in the neck

I'm approaching the home stretch

I only took a break to give the stove a rest

I'm back in the kitchen

I'm scratching the itch

?What's on his wrist?

?Half a chicken?

It's already clicking

Nit-picking

Good shit

Like listening to some air conditioning

This is frigid

So many niggas switch

It's slim pickins

?You better had to flip?

To get a different template

I'm hot tempered

To get away from pigs as children

We hopped the fences

To the project benches

The blocks was hot

We was sprintin

Could've tried out for the Olympics, but I didn't

Took a hit, got knocked, but pops was ?dented?

Locked in prison on the block

Where White Suprem'ists rock swastikas

Even though the odds was against us

God was with us

This a dirty job

To wash the garbage niggas

I'm a target hitta

You a mark

Just like them old Seagal pictures

Just for talking shit

I'm taking all your bitches



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[Verse 2]

187s, felons, 'caine-sellers

Back when 'caine was selling

Had the big chain with the name embedded

Made some bread and

My ladies aided and abetted

The Mercedes ain't rented

Bitch I was saving up to get it

This some bucket list shit

[?] just run a couple tickets

Cut some denim to tuck the stick in

Niggas putting shit out with nothing stickin

I'm by the oven

I'll have my youngins butter your biscuit

Banana clips to end your monkey bidness

[?] iron deficient

Bitch if I ain't the flyest

Then I'm lying to the mirror

Raise the bar in the game

Shit was dying

I had to make a higher ceiling

Faggot niggas out here acting like I didn't



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