Roc Marciano - Flash Gordon lyrics

Used to have to pitch
Now I print cash with the BiC
The pad is a blank check
Embrace death, taste flesh
While the rhyme on the page is still wet
Far from fictitious
The cars attract the bitches
I hear the whispers
My palms got the blisters, uh
By the 4-5, you’re moisturized
The oysters are fried
Pull fives out the toy box
Be as lonely at the top
The watchband is croc
The palace is a Camelot
Don’t ride the camel when it’s hot
They channeling Pac
My chairmen scrambling rock
While I dance to the Spanish guitar
Spit the chorus to stimulate
The whore’s clitoris it tastes like porridge
I felt rewarded, from the man
I ran from the warrant
The high-top Ewings is blue and orange
Flash Gordon

We still getting it
Piping dimes on the terrace
I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin'
I sleep with heat under the pillow
The cash is where I left it, it’s nothing
I watch the city while I’m fucking
I’m such a glutton
Gucci bucket with the Chukkas, motherfuckers

As the dove flew out the
Glove of the magician
It was just as I predicted
Reality is pre-scripted
Trees twisted, autistic
Gorgeous hitmen, escort the vixen
Porsches, imported liquids
To buy a snake is an acquired taste
We play for higher stakes
Wine and dine by the fireplace
Romantic, strawberries on the coke
My chariot approach, I vanished
Parlaying with the players, switch layers
Mr rogers, galoshes, foxes that dance topless
I hit the spot that’s erogenous, erotic
Brolic hips, hippopotamus, chocolate bitch
The clock is a Swiss, the chronic is lit
Gin and tonic, the mix, the Benz is a 6
Inside the Matrix, I’m the glitch
357 with the rubber grip
So when the beef pop, the shit don’t slip

We still getting it
Piping dimes on the terrace
I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin'
I sleep with heat under the pillow
The cash is where I left it, it’s nothing
I watch the city while I’m fucking
I’m such a glutton
Gucci bucket with the Chukkas, motherfuckers