Roc Marciano, Knowledge The Pirate - Drug Lords lyrics

[Roc Marciano, Knowledge The Pirate - Drug Lords lyrics]

Uh, huh, you already know
It's that Pirate shit let's get into this
The life of a drug lord, yo

Them niggas losing weight
My niggas be moving weight
Sit at the table, get food on your plate
Before you eat, nigga just say your grace
Handcuffin' gates
While we stuffing our face
Trey-eight on my waste
Four-fifth on the hip, extended clip
Cocaine benefit's
Desert Eagle for my nemesis
Uh, suppliers and buyers illegal immigrants
US citizens dividing dirty Bemjamins
Bentley and Benzes for my
Gentlemen and women friend
Foreign cars, European rims
Double R, sapphire gin, crème da la crème
Get down or lay down like JBM

Chyeah, Pirates let's get into this shit

This is La Cosa Nostra, black mafiosa
Shoulder strap, gats and holster
All black, two straps stashed in the Rover
La vida loca, Keyser Söze with the coca
Bet your man fold like a hand of poker
Hundred grand wrapped in rubber bands
Make the stash inside the sofa
Can make four hundred grams before
The night is over
Uh, standing on MLK, staring at broken dreams
Serving coke and dope to fiends like
Malcolm X by any means
If necessary, send 'em to the cemetery
Send a kite out to Larry to
Read his name in an obituary
To my adversaries
Six feet deep is where they buried
Fight or flee or either plead
The fifth to the jury

Order in the courtroom, order in the court
Order in the courtroom, damn it! Uh, yeah

Crash the shores with the swords
Throwin' paws wooden floors, I have no flaws
They horde behind closed doors
Due to my vocal chords taunt the whole orb
Avoid the morgue like the hawk
Cock the four and I'm assured
The crown has thorns
They mourn when you passed on
I yawned and moved the glass pawn
Weather the storm with persistence
The ship drifted
Plus the coat I wore was water resistant
Proud gun, a hundred round drums
Succumb or lose a thumb
You know the outcome
The clouds block the sun
Moonless nights amongst the mice
And the termites knights, troglodytes
Stack the bills to Bill Cartwright height
From that height up to the satellite, twice
Yeah, yeah, that's right, crack the ice
My cut of cloth jacket's rare
Like the white rhino
Prepared an airtight recital
Defend the title
Rocked the belt that made the flesh melt
Possessed by the wealth
You're lying to yourself
This is like lion vs elk
The nine is on the shelf
Dip the five inside the almond milk, tilt
Heheheh, word nigga, drug lords
Marc, word up, Pirate
Y'all niggas throw rocks and hide
Your fuckin' palms man (Boy)
Y'all already know what we do
We social network niggas straight up, heheh
Word up, y'all pussy shit won't respect it
But I'ma tell you like this nigga
This shit mines man
Y'all niggas can't lurk man
'Bout to put a foot on y'all niggas' neck
Slide up in your shit late night
Pillow in your face
38, knock your fucking block off, straight up

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