Roc Marciano:
Crack rock be the muse
Mama sung the blues
Daddy did his ones and twos
Wearing down his shoes

Rock them grown man pants for over a band
This ain't fashionova for men
Nevermind the brand
These hoes wanna put y'all nose in my biz
Build whole careers off my stolen ideas
Emotional knowing I'm exposing your hand
Why even go there? It's only fair
When you're up you're supposed to share
That’s real talk
Don’t let these rap ni**as blow smoke up your ass
Should've worn a mask
To smash and grab
Ni**as left the pad ransacked
Did my vanishing act
Hand to hand crack in a sandwich bag
We danced on the pack
Popped the bubble in the Air Max
Til the motherf**ker's flat
What’s f**kin with that?
For all this gas might need a blunt wrap
Be blunt when you rap
You ain’t got to be a running back
To fumble the bag
Got too much cash to be humble
But still I'm not one to brag
Over dungeness crab
We doin numbers four mil
Two in each duffel
We doin lunges
Eat your food but we not lunching
I just wanted nourishment sustenance
Ended up with abundance
Cause that’s what Allah wanted for beloved
I'm a husband I made love to the oven
Then jumped in the Cullinan
My son was in the back coloring
I'm coveted
I been thuggin
I've been wanted by the government
All my life been on some other sh*t
Crack rock be the muse
Mama sung the blues
Daddy did his ones and twos
Wearing down his shoes

Real hustlers and true preachers
Raw artists and movement leaders
The pedigree of pure dreamers
Script flippers read the scene and supersede it
Convene with the supreme being who conceived it
Cowrote a new season
Paved my own road to true freedom
Third world residence
Visas and Gucci sneakers
Phone full of canceled icons
A few Mumias
Five Percenters MGT’ers
Qadiriyah Sufi Sunnis Shias
My catalog stream
With world leaders doing features
Pen bleeding all my suffering and grieving
Celebrate achievements
Breathe and exorcize demons
Collect a year’s worth of tears
And drip em in Madina
Heart connected to the art
And architects of Giza
Cohiba rose shisha
Arroz con banana Mogadishu
Port Of Moka beans
Seeping through the Bona Vita
Former dope fiends
Proved to be my holy teachers
Thread the needle
With the truth to feed the people
I speak peaceful with an uzi in my easel
Deep creases put a groove under the needle
Laser beam lens
To shoot a movie in the street
Crack rock be the muse
Mama sung the blues
Daddy did his ones and twos
Wearing down his shoes
Louder than a bomb
Light the fuse
It's ramadan
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