[Intro: Roc Marciano and Sample]
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough and diamond rings (Uh)
This is a fantastic album, man, let me borrow it
They want shiny things, (My niggas) Go bang bang
No, my brother, you got to buy your own
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, your top artist to me is target practice (Yup)
Too many washed rappers, the markets crashin'
I might'a caught that on a podcast or in passin'
You recall what I taught in class 'cause we don't give hall passes (No)
Don't get caught in traffic lackin'
It'll feel like you was white water rafting the boy eyeballs fall out his glasses (Woah)
Uh, I just dropped a gold bar up in Gold Yard
They thought I was quarterback how I was throwin' yards with a pro's arm (Go deep)
Just to think I used to brеak in homes with a crowbar
Break a hoe arm and so on (And so on)
Thе blow of my only road dog (Yup)
I'm a lone wolf
Yeah I'm solo but I'm not vulnerable
Head shots only like a photo booth, Gucci logos all over the goose
I told you: cappin' for promo, that's a bozo move (Clown shit)
Uh, that's a bozo move (Disgusting)
Even Tony shot Manolo, Ghost shot Rolla
It's the same shit over and over
It's closure, it's subculture
Even your own brother 'll smoke you
Even your own brother 'll smoke you
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough and diamond rings (Uh)
This is a fantastic album, man, let me borrow it
They want shiny things, (My niggas) Go bang bang
No, my brother, you got to buy your own
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Yo, your top artist to me is target practice (Yup)
Too many washed rappers, the markets crashin'
I might'a caught that on a podcast or in passin'
You recall what I taught in class 'cause we don't give hall passes (No)
Don't get caught in traffic lackin'
It'll feel like you was white water rafting the boy eyeballs fall out his glasses (Woah)
Uh, I just dropped a gold bar up in Gold Yard
They thought I was quarterback how I was throwin' yards with a pro's arm (Go deep)
Just to think I used to brеak in homes with a crowbar
Break a hoe arm and so on (And so on)
Thе blow of my only road dog (Yup)
I'm a lone wolf
Yeah I'm solo but I'm not vulnerable
Head shots only like a photo booth, Gucci logos all over the goose
I told you: cappin' for promo, that's a bozo move (Clown shit)
Uh, that's a bozo move (Disgusting)
Even Tony shot Manolo, Ghost shot Rolla
It's the same shit over and over
It's closure, it's subculture
Even your own brother 'll smoke you
Even your own brother 'll smoke you
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