Roc Marciano feat. Knowledge the Pirate & Ka Not Told Lyrics

Reloaded Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Tek to a Mack
  • 2 Flash Gordon
  • 3 Not Told
  • 4 Pistolier
  • 5 Thugs Prayer, Part 2
  • 6 76
  • 7 We Ill
  • 8 Deeper
  • 9 Death Parade
  • 10 20 Guns
  • 11 Peru
  • 12 Thread Count
  • 13 Nine Spray
  • 14 Emeralds
  • 15 The Man
  • [Production by Roc Marciano]

    I’m in that all black boat
    See how I be leaning like I’m on that dope
    Certified grimey nigga
    Wore that coat, knock your
    Ass over like poor black
    Folk, bag up the coke like
    Quaker Oats, take notes
    Play the stove, lames are disposed
    Tre eight ohs bang in Your clothes
    Train hoes the game is to be sold not told

    [Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
    Learned life lessons, late night fighting
    Leopards, Polo’d down like Tyson Beckford
    Flow is nice, the blow is white like Robert
    Redford, little homie this is just textbook
    Flesh is cook, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook
    Keep it jumping like Russel Westbrook
    It can’t be better put
    We live fast, got a lead foot
    Push sevens out, in Meadowbrook
    Ya mellon get whupped
    Will find your skeleton in the hood
    I sat and had a sip at the gentleman’s club
    Intelligent writers, pockets got elephantitis
    Come with choppers like helicopter pilots
    I drive a five lopsided
    Pop iron
    Trying to make a hole for you like linemen
    Designer trends is high end I’m disguised in
    Cartiers is wired thin, keep my eyes hid
    Take advice from wise men with ends
    Rhymes is deep
    You might want to dive in and swim
    You feel the pain in the music
    My ways are polluted
    Big chain hang stupid
    That’s how we do shit, chill nigga
    You already know how we play, nigga


    [Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]
    Before the night part this life start
    Don’t be on at four in the morning
    Get etch a sketched in that white chalk
    It’s raining and storming
    The water is quite dark
    Kingpins, killers turn informants
    Thinking they might walk
    No playing, or pranking
    Have you walking a plank
    Now you food for them sharks in the tank
    From a hood where we sharpen our shanks
    Kingpins get stripped for their ranks
    The watch and chain, plus the pinky ring
    Come through customs with a couple things
    Six fifty clean with the custom rims
    M16 with a couple clips
    Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip
    Silencers, infrared, all official shit
    A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship
    Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip
    Submariner Rolex wrappedaround her wrist
    Blowing cannabis
    As I navigate down One Two 5th
    Water blue Mazi straight off the dealership
    We pour out liquor in remembrance


    [Verse 3: Ka]
    You ain’t have a clue
    The niggas had to see and had to do
    Just to have some wheat that we can chew
    We need to make a stew
    The need to feed, lead a fatal boom
    In the streets knee deep major crew
    They lie and deprive
    It’s what they made us do
    Engage in the trades and evades
    Gauges will bllew
    But don’t touch the custies, wave em through
    Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too
    Our haters grew, necessarily sinning.. glowing
    With confidence
    Temporarily winning, knowing the consequence
    Fuck man law, I’m speaking of the fire
    Word to the sire
    My fans poor, I’m preaching to the choir
    We in the dirt, reaching with desire
    That’s why we sling the work
    Seeking for a buyer
    Cook it up, keep it on the fryer
    Pump enough base to make speakers burst
    Then we can all retire

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