Manilla Envelopes - Jake Palumbo, Innocent?, Roc Marciano

Big dreamer, small business

'88 Beamer, heat seeeker, tall Guiness

I am living on the edge of panic rooms & busted windows

With a mustard colored jumpsuit

Seducing younger womens

Spend my days in the basement avoiding the super

Cornbread, peach tea, burning sour, eating grouper

Spiral out the staircase leaving on the creep

Sometimes I wish that I was dead, just to get some decent sleep

Time to pay my loan shark, Hudson & Horatio

Cigar bar owner with enforcers on the payroll

Emeralds in the headphones, exchange manila envelopes

Handshake agreements, my pops taught me to honor those

Move in total silence, so I’m never like «your honor», though

Ostinato bass line, copped a box of Optimos

Cops is like the Octagon, choke without a care

In the lab I’m Dr. Octopus, engineer extraordinaire

HOOK — Innocent?

Look — I don’t know what these motherf***er's expect

You carved your name in this game, they gotta show you respect

Traveled across lands, demand they cut a check

You so up to your neck, might light up a cigarette

(And you don’t even smoke…)

They say you insane in the membrane, & yep

There’s a couple screws missing

But homie ain’t done yet

I make you a bet that the day before you go

You get a million-dollar check in a manila envelope

VERSE 2 — Jake Palumbo

Smash pumpkins off the necks of dumb fellas

Country bumpkins buying guns at Cabela’s

Switch the vehicle cause they memorize your patterns

Rap is lackluster, never memorize your patterns

Snooping neighbors, overdue favors

But if I’m on the clock, then there’s food on the table

My mood is unstable, sampling Dave Brubeck

Dance like I’m crippled with palsy, I can’t two-step

Cripller crossface, true story —

I sold Chris Benoit groceries in 1999

Before I ever sold a record, before he snapped & went gory

Met my idol as a teen, the Wolverine said go for mine

Bumped my head a few times

Suffered two concussions

But cracked $ 80 Thou on the strength of my percussion

Last year, JP Midas Touch, Golden Ear

Old enough to know better, young enough to see it clear

(REPEAT HOOK)

VERSE 3 — Roc Marciano

Ghost guns from the Philippines

These white b*****s is feeling me like Ryan Philippe

Whip a blow-up in the kitchen, this s*** is chemistry

It’s risky business, we did wickedry with the chicken feet

Switching V’s, $ 50 G’s is chicken feed

We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany’s

Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed

The 5th will bend your knees like Christopher Reeves

Getting the breeze is just routine

My shoes from the boutique

They cool as Kool G, they run a cool G

Just copped a new blue SUV

We don’t lose sleep

Was a jewel thief

I popped the tooly at your booty meat

Play your position, I’m playing mines

I’m playing God, you could never take the baton

My young shooter Juan he from San Juan

Said Duece was on the arm

After he blammed your car, he died his hair blonde

BRIDGE — Innocent?

What do you do when your back is against the wall

And you’re down so deep, no reception to make a call

All you got is a couple of bags of raw

Brown liquor, one mic & a button that says record

Second hand got me high as my first toke

Don’t even think Travis Scott come equipped with the antidote

Dungeon of rap, these chains will never be broke

All because of C-Notes inside manila envelopes