Death Parade Roc Marciano

[Production by Roc Marciano]

[Verse 1]
I stay close to the Beretta
Folks that wave toast, know better
Gross cheddar, cut it up
Throw it in the shredder
Hoes sniff lines off broken mirrors
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented
You hope to try to dip it like Emmitt
Your image is translucent like a Benz ceiling
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon
Gun wielding, I’m on the low, I feel shielded
But that’s a false sense of fulfillment
Debts are paid in the death parade
Shots are exchanged from the Escalade
My late father’s name in the chest, engraved
A pound and three grams what the necklace weighed
Man of character
Get clapped up in your Challenger
The Glock nine’s black with the silencer
I’m a bachelor
Flip pies without the spatula
You died in the Valentine massacre
Crime ambassador
My capturers channel my spirit through the shrine in Africa
I fly past like a time traveler