The Eye of Whorus Roc Marciano (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
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