Tent City Roc Marciano

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Uh
You fuck niggas know the drilly
About to take the company public for half a billi'
Niggas is silly (silly)
My neck and wrist chilly
It's Marc', baby
Forget what you think
My bitch'll get in sync
Give it a wink
She put some shit in your drink
Wake up, no ring and missing link
This is the sting, niggas stink
I brought my thing to iron out the kinks
Wake up, don't even blink, king
This a thinking man's game
I had to rub some Bengay on my pimp hands (ow)
Crackhead stanky leg on the ledge
Was bred on corners where they said they shot Cornbread
Alkaline waterbed
I'm whipping up this soft, but they ain't order eggs (Whip it)
Chef up a quarter brick, call this the Cornish hen
It's either ball or [?], just call it quits, then
That's how shit is, you either sink or swim, champ
Catch you slipping, fam, catch you while getting kicks at Jimmy Jazz
You can tell I'm a pimp, I got pretty hands
They forcin' that on us, I call it force-it water (Uh)
This is real sauce, don't put salt on it (No)
Dope is pure, you walked on it
The Rolls Royce Corniche look like a hornet
The seats resemble corn mix
Baby, that's just something light to hit corners with