Slingers Roc Marciano (Ft. Knowledge The Pirate)

[Verse 1: Knowledge The Pirate]
Take a walk on my side the dark side
Where niggas do walk-by's and drive-by's
On the corner selling bean pies, no bow ties
Mayweather fight, sitting ringside
This is were the killers reside
The drug dealers collide, and Martin Luther King's dream died
Son was 15 and copped a green five
By 16 moved out the projects to the east side
Moved to that upper east side and leased a high rise
Son was young and fresh with mob ties (ugh)
Velour sweatsuits Filas
Waves spinning like a Beehive (ugh)
Hopped out of the X6 jumped in a G5
To drop off some pies in the projects on the west side
Somewhere's a Jesus knee high
4-5 stuffed in his Levi's no evidence from CSI
Investigated by homicide (ugh)
Wanted by the FBI
For the murder of a CI who never did testify
So it fucked with their case
When they found him slumped in the trunk, shot in the face

[Hook: Knowledge the Pirate]
Come talk a walk down these blocks
With coke, dope and weed spots
Guns cocked ready to squeeze high
Uh, thieves hoppin' out yellin' freeze stop
Gunshots from out the rooftop (ugh)
Murder plots for that money that's in the shoebox
Come take a walk down these blocks