Roc Marciano - Shower Posse (feat. Knowledge the Pirate) Lyrics

*Dialogue*You wanna do a job for me?Need me to pull the trigger huh? Who is it?The gang who took over your positionSo why don't you do it with your own men?Because I need professionals for a job like thisReal professionalsSo what does it pay?[Roc Marciano]Distill ill like the slums in BrazilIt's kill or be killed out in the fieldI used to sling krill'sStill grip steel, steer the wood wheelIt's a good feel, blow a kush fieldWith bitches that cook mealsClick heels, strictly big billsBitch I'm a big dealIt's a bitter pill to swallowShoes FerragamoAlpha Romeo MilanoCrack be selling out the bottleHang at the ApolloLike a PicassoFuck the cops yoIn this, listen thisEither get hit or come the end listLeave you limbless, the room's dim litNigga we live thisThe kid is sending shots where your lid isAny nigga can get itThe Benz is kitted'Lo sweaters knittedCantaloupe splitted nigga[Knowledge the Pirate]I'm from the blocks where Gimmy got shotJimmy got knocked when they found the bodies in the vacant lotLast night Bajans ran in the Jamaican spotEyes gazing', hand shakingNow the Bajans at war with the Jamaicans4 or 5 days, 4 or 5 lives been takenNiggas murder like they worshipping SatanThey kidnapping and decapitated his body in the basementListen, they knew what they was doingSoon as the beef start brewingTwo shooters from out of town flew inUnfamiliar faces, nobody in the hood knew 'emTherefore it made it easy to get to 'emSon got complacent, until that gunfire pursued himNow his whole empire is ruinedNiggas took over his block, stopped his movementThis is real life true shit[Roc Marciano]YoI hold a .38 like Vivian BlakeSlinging weight, sit on a milk crateSilk pillow case, three hundred long up in the suitcaseYellow Rolly with the blue faceMy shoe taste taste like blue grapesPut something nice together for youMake it nice, pleasurableMy schedule inaccessibleLive on a vesselNestle, two birds left it's a Heckle and JeckleI'm nothing like the rest, I'm specialI'm holdin' a tec, you're talkin' bout "Yo, let's wrestle"Address you, then undress you from your derby to your dress shoeI more than thoroughly impress youYou're left naked in a cesspoolI'm laid up in the bedroom with a sex toolLips celestial turn skeletalLike fiends, I pedal tooHeadshots from metal blewI make green like yellow and blue40 below, rock an elephant bootDo it better than youNiggas is jealous, I'm just telling' the truth[Knowledge the Pirate]The lifestyle of the movers and shakersA mansion with a pool, a mule with 40 acresSo many dream of this life but only a few will make itThe rest get left outdoors hungry and nakedDrug busters, murder casesSecret indictments, kingpins going broke from high coke pricesOne love to all of my lifersAnd peace to the Gods that's building in the cyphersPeace God