Scarface Nigga Roc Marciano

[Verse: Roc Marciano]
I speed in the whip, huggin the road
15 in the clip, one in the hole
You ex-posed when it's a code
Miniature chromes shimmering is it gold?
My bitch skin got a cinnamon tone
The lyrics I wrote they showing unlimited growth
Deliver the coke, any nigga try to approach
Gettin a hole like Gilligan boat
Dance on the edge, put a couple grand on your head
Keep a rubber band for the bread
Bundles are tossed, out the sun roof of the Porsche
Thought that I was humble too a fault
I'm from the jungles of New York, Mr. wonderful
I'm like Paul Longdoff
Ima warlord my Benz got four doors
Nozzle on the pump shotty got sawed off
So when is time for the drama
The lime and revolver and not the nine Llama
That I keep in the lining of my parka
To spark ya for conspiring my departure
It's such a beautiful death
Ima righty but could shoot with the left, pursue the Tec you disputing the debt
Is either that or you could use a Gillette, uh
Sharp like a suit and a vest, c'mon, c'mon