Shower Posse - Roc Marciano, Knowledge the Pirate

You wanna do a job for me?

Need me to pull the trigger huh?

Who is it?

The gang who took over your position

So why don’t you do it with your own men?

Because I need professionals for a job like this

Real professionals

So what does it pay?

Distill ill like the slums in Brazil

It’s kill or be killed out in the field

I used to sling krill’s

Still grip steel, steer the wood wheel

It’s a good feel, blow kush feel

With bitches that cook meals

Click heels, dip in big wheels

Bitch I’m a big deal

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

Shoes Ferragamo

Alpha male, milano

Crack be selling out the bottle

Hang at the Apollo

Like a Picasso

Fuck the cops yo

In this, listen this

Either get hit or come the end list

Leave you limbless, the room’s dim lit

Nigga we live this

The kid is sending shots where your lid is

Any nigga can get it

The benz is kitted

'Lo sweaters knitted

Cameo split it nigga

I’m from the blocks where Gimmy got shot

Jimmy got knocked when they found the bodies in the vacant lot

Last night Bajans ran in the Jamaican spot

Eyes gazing', hand shaking

Now the Bajans at war with the Jamaicans

4 or 5 days, 4 or 5 lives been taken

Niggas murder like they worshipping Satan

They kidnapping and decapitated his body in the basement

Listen, they knew what they was doing

Soon as the beef start brewing

Two shooters from out of town flew in

Unfamiliar faces, nobody in the hood knew 'em

Therefore it made it easy to get to 'em

Son got complacent, until that gunfire pursued him

Now his whole empire is ruined

Niggas took over his block, stopped his movement

This is real life true shit

Yo

I hold a .38 like Vivian Blake

Slinging weight, sit on a milk crate

Silk pillow case, three hundred long up in the suitcase

Yellow Rolly with the blue face

My shoe taste taste like blue grapes

Put something nice together for you

Make it nice, pleasurable

My schedule inaccessible

Live on a vessel

Nestle, two birds left it’s a Heckle and Jeckle

I’m nothing like the rest, I’m special

I’m holdin' a tec, I’m talkin' bout you’re less wrestle

Address you then undress you from your derby to your dress shoe

I want to thoroughly impress you

You’re left naked in a cesspool

I’m laid up in the bedroom with a sex tool

Lips celestial turn skeletal

Like fiends, I pedal too

Headshots from metal blew

I make green like yellow and blue

40 below, rock an elephant boot

Do it better than you

Niggas is jealous, I’m just telling' the truth

The lifestyle of the movers and shakers

A mansion with a pool, a mule with 40 acres

So many dream of this life but only a few will make it

The rest get left outdoors hungry and naked

Drug busters, murder cases

Secret indictments, kingpins going broke from high coke prices

One love to all of my lifers

And peace to the Gods that’s building in the cyphers

Peace God