Текст песни Drug Lords (feat. Knowledge the Pirate) - Roc Marciano feat. Knowledge the Pirate

Uh-huh, you already know
It's that Pirate shit
Let's get into this
The life of a drug lord, yo

Them niggas losing weight, my niggas be moving weight
Sit at the table, get food on your plate
Before you eat, nigga just say your grace, handcuffin' gates
While we stuffing our face, trey-eight on my waste
Four-fifth on the hip, extended clip, cocaine benefits
Desert Eagle for my nemesis
Uh, suppliers and buyers illegal immigrants
US citizens dividing dirty Bemjamins
Bentley and Benzes for my gentlemen and women friend
Foreign cars, European rims
Double R, sapphire gin, crème da la crème
Get down or lay down like JBM
Chyeah, Pirates
Let's get into this shit

This is La Cosa Nostra, black mafiosa
Shoulder strap, gats and holster
All black, two straps stashed in the Rover
La vida loca, Keyser Söze with the coca
Bet your man fold like a hand of poker
Hundred grand wrapped in rubber bands
Make the stash inside the sofa
Can make four hundred grams before the night is over
Uh, standing on MLK, staring at broken dreams
Serving coke and dope to fiends like Malcolm X by any means
If necessary, send 'em to the cemetery
Send a kite out to Larry to read his name in an obituary
To my adversaries, six feet deep is where they buried
Fight or flee or either plead the fifth to the jury
Order in the courtroom, order in the court
Order in the courtroom, damn it!
Crash the shores with the swords, throwin' paws
Wooden floors, I have no flaws
They horde behind closed doors, due to my vocal chords
Taunt the whole orb, avoid the morgue like the hawk
Cock the four and I'm assured, the crown has thorns
They mourn when you passed on
I yawned and moved the glass pawn
Weather the storm with persistence, the ship drifted
Plus the coat I wore was water resistant
Proud gun, a hundred round drums, succumb or lose a thumb
You know the outcome, the clouds block the sun
Moonless nights amongst the mice and the termites
Knights, troglodytes, stack the bills to Bill Cartwright height
From that height up to the satellite, twice
Yeah, yeah, that's right, crack the ice
My cut of cloth jacket's rare like the white rhino
Prepared an airtight recital, defend the title
Rocked the belt that made the flesh melt
Possessed by the wealth, you're lying to yourself
This is like lion vs. elk, the nine is on the shelf
Dip the five inside the almond milk, tilt

Heheheh, word nigga, drug lords
Marc, word up, Pirate
Y'all niggas throw rocks and hide your fuckin' palms man (Boy!)
Y'all already know what we do
We social network niggas straight up, heheh
Word up, y'all pussy shit
Won't respect it, but I'ma tell you like this nigga
This shit mines man, y'all niggas can't lurk man
'Bout to put a foot on y'all niggas' neck
Slide up in your shit late night, pillow in your face
.38, knock your fucking block off, straight up