[Intro: Dialogue]
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
I’m in that all black boat
See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope
Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat
Knock your ass over like poor black folk
Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes (Marc, nigga)
Play the stove, lames are disposed
Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes
Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Learned life lessons, late night fighting lepers
Polo’ed down like Tyson Beckford
Flow is nice, the blow's white like Robert Redford
But little homie, this is just textbook
Flesh is cooked, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook
Keep it jumping like Russel Westbrook
It can’t be better-put
We live fast, got a lead foot
Push sevens out, in Meadowbrook
Ya mellon get whupped
Will find your skeleton in the hood
I sat and had a sip at the gentleman’s club (Yeah)
Intelligent writers, pockets got Elephantiasis
Come with choppers like helicopter pilots
I drive a five, lopsided, pop iron
Try and make a hole for you like linemen
Designer trends is high-end, I’m disguised in
Cartiers is wired thin, keep my eyes hid
Take advice from wise men with ends
Rhymes is deep, you might want to dive in and swim (Splash)
Ugh – you feel the pain in the music
My ways are polluted, big chain hang stupid
That’s how we do shit (Chill, nigga...)
(You already know how we play, nigga... ugh)
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
I’m in that all black boat
See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope
Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat
Knock your ass over like poor black folk
Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes
Play the stove, lames are disposed
Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes
Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told
[Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]
Before the night part, this life start
Don’t be on at 4 in the morning, get Etch-A-Sketch'ed in that white chalk
It’s raining and storming, the water's quite dark
Kingpins, killers turn informant, thinking they might walk
No playing, or pranking, have you walking a plank
Now you food for them sharks in the tank
From a hood where we sharpen our shanks
Kingpins get stripped for they ranks
The watch and chain, plus the pinky ring
Come through Customs with a couple things
Six-fifty, clean with them custom rims
M-16 with a couple clips
Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip
Silencers, infrared, all official shit
A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship
Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip
Submariner Rolex wrapped around the wrist
Blowing cannabis, as I navigate down One-Two-Fifth
Water blue Mazi' straight off the dealership
We pour out liquor in remembrance – listen...
[Interlude: Dialogue]
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
I’m in that all black boat
See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope
Certified grimey nigga, wore that coat
Knock your ass over like poor black folk
Bag up the coke like Quaker Oats—take notes
Play the stove, lames are disposed
Tre-eight-ohs bangin' your clothes
Train hoes—the game is to be sold, not told
[Verse 3: Ka]
You ain’t have a clue, what niggas had to see and had to do
Just to have some wheat that they can chew
Meat to make a stew, the need to feed, lead to fatal brew
In the streets, knee deep, major crew
They lie and deprive, it’s what they made us do
Engage in the trades and evades, gauges blew
But don’t touch the custies, wave 'em through
Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too
Our haters grew, necessarily sinning, glowing with confidence
Temporarily winning, knowing the consequence
Fuck man law, I’m speaking of the fire – word to the sire
My fans poor, I’m preaching to the choir
We in the dirt, reaching with desire
That’s why we sling the work, seeking for a buyer
Cook it up, keep it on the fryer
Pump enough base to make speakers burst, then we can all retire
[Outro: Dialogue]
