Major League Roc Marciano (Ft. Knowledge The Pirate)

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Uhh
Wave of the foot
My flame will aim and cook
Insane until I became a crook
Jumped in the game to make my paper good
You ain't neighborhood
The Wraith came with the angel on the hood
I crush your frame like a ladybug
The top on the Mercedes is cut
This is player's stuff
You can't fuck with us
You must be on dust
You get hit up around dusk
Elephant tusk paintbrush
Trust the M-1 ain't a paint gun
You shot and then the pain come
Clean your wound out with Jamaican Rum
Makin runs
I'm takin brunch
Blazing blunts with day ones
That made the ?? spray
?and never break the trust?
Send my dog to drop a bag off
My youngin waved the Mac
And knock your hat off
My catalog's Big Mac sauce
You bit the swag
But it's a tad off
The metal's gold on the Cartis
The gum soles under the Stella McCartney's
My thick yellow bitch from Palm Springs
Pour my drink
Before I ?beat?
My palm's got grease
My naked wrist lit up like Christmas Eve
End of the speech
(End of the speech)