Not Told Roc Marciano (Ft. Ka & Knowledge The Pirate)

[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)