Roman Candles lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Ugh, Hawaiian shorts sh*t, four-fifths, Porsche stick
Cut the dog's sh*t, f*ck a whore, never courtship
Knocked a couple whores down, raw, never caught sh*t
Got a gorgeous di*k, I was fortunate, you fraudulent
I got the formula, cop the 550 with the spoiler
b*tch I'm kinda spoiled like a four-year-old
Ugh, live in the flesh, a real macaroni
My ring of Rollies like "Ring Around the Rosie"
Kill a Haza, I'm realer than a river monster
To rock for my n*ggas is an honor
Recordin' life, not lyrics
I was visited by spirits, your sh*t isn't authentic
Genuine article, like 9/11 with the fog lights
With the arm all I write is hard white, well all right
The guns in the palm tight
Beef is on sight, n*ggas didn't have the foresight
In Dior slippers, can't get caught slippin'
'Cause when it's on and clickin', it be like "shoulda wore the Pippen's"
Rock the bucket like I'm fishin', who dissin' might come up missin'
Got a hundred b*tches, grew up underprivileged
Old drama's never water under bridges
I still love the corners from a distance
Keep a pistol where my di*k is, this sh*t is Bisquick
I don't fit in, I'm still a misfit
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Ugh, "higher cause" sh*t, Thought sh*t
Triple black Maserati Sport skrtin' out the crib porch, yeah
Auction at Sotheby's, I bought a rare portrait
The City of Brotherly's an iron clad fortress
I'm at the orchestra, focused like Randolph and Mortimer
Talk in broken language like a foreigner
The one and only that's more holy than matrimony
I charge you and your homie with actin' phony
A real impostor, I'm deeper than the realest roster
Allah's my bodyguard, no Kevin Costner
Ugh, come get your life augmented, your image is schizophrenic
My memory, photogenic
Return of the prodigal-like, a periodical, methodical type
Game changer, call an audible like, well all right
Y'all n*ggas rappin', all hype
Ya temperament is the equivalent of soft light
Get caught trippin' and visit the mortician
Right with the shortlist of n*ggas who support snitchin'
I'm like ghetto Gastro up in the kitchen
Embarkin' on this official, astrophysical mission
I broke the internet like an intermission
Raisin' the bar is like raisin' the partition
The messiah that stretch higher to catch fire
The empire of the motherf*ckin' esquire
[Outro]
I know that you feel that you're on you're own
All your lucky stars
Listen to me, listen to me (Yeah)
Listen to me
Listen to me