Bozak Roc Marciano

[Verse 1]
Rock the rope, no joke
Bang you with the sock and soap
I’m locked in the flow
How could it be not so?
But why gloat?
Keep rocks to tote, behind the console
Y’all weak, let the Don flow
Like Don down the god throat
Cigar smoke at park slope
Car float like a wood log boat
Cook more coke, rock that couture coat
I meant well, pray the good lord know
Only did work to get more dough
Slang work, let them Pitbull's roam
Through the home, cocaine slang through the nose
Music really orgasmic
The glass stick might crack a bit
Slave owner, make 'em crack the whip on they back and shit
I’m beating 'em hard, defeating the odds
Getting my feet massaged at the lodge, free of charge
While the meat get slobbed
I feel the need to discharge (Uhh)
Spit these bars for grip, but this get rich scheme of ours
Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball
Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall
For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp daily
Sincerely, yours
Marci'