Tent City

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Uh You fuck niggas know the drilly About to take the company public for half a billi' Niggas is silly (silly) My neck and wrist chilly It's Marc', baby Forget what you think My bitch'll get in sync Give it a wink She put some shit in your drink Wake up, no ring and missing link This is the sting, niggas stink I brought my thing to iron out the kinks Wake up, don't even blink, king This a thinking man's game I had to rub some Bengay on my pimp hands (ow) Crackhead stanky leg on the ledge Was bred on corners where they said they shot Cornbread Alkaline waterbed I'm whipping up this soft, but they ain't order eggs (Whip it) Chef up a quarter brick, call this the Cornish hen It's either ball or [?], just call it quits, then That's how shit is, you either sink or swim, champ Catch you slipping, fam, catch you while getting kicks at Jimmy Jazz You can tell I'm a pimp, I got pretty hands They forcin' that on us, I call it force-it water (Uh) This is real sauce, don't put salt on it (No) Dope is pure, you walked on it The Rolls Royce Corniche look like a hornet The seats resemble corn mix Baby, that's just something light to hit corners with [Chorus: Roc Marciano] Keep the hammer in the whip Diamonds dancing on my hand and wrist I ain't rhyming unless the cannabis is lit I ain't lyin, I'm just handling my biz I'm just handling my biz MAC-10 in the door panel of the Benz It's in the panel of the Benz MAC-10 in the door panel of the Benz Yeah Marc', nigga [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Yeah, check it, yo From slanging work, did a gang of dirt Now the diamonds hang on my shirt That's life and I later learned Shouldn't have taken that old lady's purse Took time, the tables turned, I'm hurt The payment's returned And to whomever it may concern, I pray one day it reimburse Can't hit reverse and pay for things that I ain't earn I heard the herb was dipped in sherm Bitch's vision blurred German engines purr like leopards Couldn't get a gig at Eckerd They said my past was checkered My ghetto pass is good, I never had to check it Might eat your food and then go back for seconds What's that, chicken? Fix me a plate Bring me a wing and breast, I beckon Get out my kitchen Be glad I'm back messing with it This is medicine for niggas They never should've let us in the building [Outro] Marc', nigga