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

Drug Lords (feat. Knowledge the Pirate)

Roc Marciano

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Lyric

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

- It's already the end -