Roc Marciano - Joe Jackson lyrics

Huh, Marcielago
Yo, Clear a path hoe, let the chinchilla drag
I was chilling in the Jag
Might have to grab the MAC right out
The gym bag
Spin ya bitch ass, give you whiplash
Lift you with tad and dash, I'm a bad dad
All my kids have been missing class
I haven't been disciplining my children
I had other shit to deal with
Rubber grip on the steel pimp
Specs of blood on my silk fit
All that was left was flesh and no spirit
Not a lyric I spit was ghostwritin
The Rolls Royce Ghost was driven
I'm what the culture was missing
I'm a cult figure
Boat tipper, ex coke flipper
Choke is consistent like a boa constrictor
It gets cold when I bit ya
The vultures get ya
The gucci loafers the slippers
The dolce kicks with the zipper
How dare you go and stick
Your toes in my pippens
The mold is different, I broke the template
Kings over princes? King cobra skin
On my shoulders lookin pimpish
The rose gold rollie lookin pinkish
Chop the shotie nose like a sphinx features
Clean these niggas up bring
The street sweepers
All you heard was the cheap
Sneakers squeaking in sequence
Bitches kiss the ring frequent, uh
Fuck the fame it's one chain
It's a buck and change
A suede bucket laid on the waves
Muthafucka I'm way above your grade
Love is pain
The money was smudged with blood it's stained
It came from someone's jugular vein
Nigga, ya, nyeahh

Pierre hardy's, Ferraris, Marci
Carve ya cheek hit an artery
Flood the Audemars it's all watery
Fresh out the quarry no chlorine
Your story king it does nothing for me
Bust the 40 out the mustard Audi
You busters is dog meat
Don't make me hold court in the street
I always keep an accordion to squeeze
It's noisy dump the boys somewhere is
Boise, talking oily, boy im royalty
It was shorted to me with no loyalty
But what's the point in being salty