Roc Marciano, Stove God Cooks - The Eye of Whorus lyrics

Uh while the champagne corks blow (pop that)
I make a hoe walk stroller
There's corns on her toes
I got these whores throats in a strong hold
That's word to Chief Jay Strongbow
I feel like Horus in all this gold
What I look like snorting blow
The raw don't soften the blow
So much snow I should have
Brought my 40 belows
Made San Diego look like Buffalo
Still rock the Gucci bucket low
Stuff the duffle, it won't close
Spilling hundos
My humble abode once belong to Dutch Schultz
Coke up to my elbows
I still own the elephant mans bones
Rare stones make my hands look like Thanos
You disappear into thin air, ho (vanish)
The clip on the hammer look like a platano
(banana) i ain't plannin' to go
I'm preparing for the smoke
As long as it's air in my nose
I'ma steer the Rolls
Bitch can't roll, is she scared of ghosts?
Vamos baby I am the goat
I get paid to stand here and gloat (I do)
Rather handsomely might I quote ugh
Check the business motto
The Ferragamo's came with a biscuit
Like the chicken combo
Always gotta watch for the guy
Behind you in a Tahoe
He might wanna try to pop
You like Vinny Blanco he from the Bronx, yo
The drama left your old lady heart broke
I read about the horror show in my horoscope
Rifle with a whore in the scope
I should've been CEO with Interscope
Still I'm impressed with the end result
Bitch you need to come and see for yourself
Smell me marci

Just make sure the coke fire
Told the jeweler cut some links
And bring the gold higher
He won't shoot it, he hotheaded
He Ghost Rider
Send 'em through yo shit like Robin
Givens with the old iron
Swingin', fork in the glass pot clinkin'
Holdin' a boat, they ship sinkin'
(they shit sinkin)
I make one brick two without blinkin'
They was sleepin' now I
Got 'em rethinkin' shit (haha)
I need my own holiday: powder day
Bumped into the homie
Said he think the feds on to me
I told him you should worry
'bout some different shit honestly
Like why your Jesus piece
Look like Matthew McConaughey
I got 'em studying the dribble
Reasonable Drought - classic
Shoulda went triple
I really had the doors off the rental
Poured the dog food in a bowl and
Took the chains off the kennel
My notebook worth a million but
The ink is separate
They shot him with his jewelry on
And let him keep his necklace (Brrt)
I don't blame him
His big homie ain't give him direction
And if the shepherd is a sucker
Then the sheep reflect it woo
I hear niggas sayin' they made Stove
No way (Ha-Ha)

"Alone in the middle of a ruckus crowd
Drinks are flowing food is being devastated
The music is loud, The lights are low
I’m dressed in the latest fashions
My hair styled to perfection
I have a big car, an expensive wardrobe
A luxury apartment i travel, I spend
I lead what is known as… The good life
I know many people, I’ll have many women
Why do I feel like a traveler
In a land of strangers?"