Doesn't Last - Roc Marciano

Money come, money go, black Monte Carlo

Niggas set the bar low

With the tech nine and the set cargo

Slow the cargo, it’s escargot

Was taught never let your cards show

Hold the Roscoe

Niggas told the cops, now the spot’s blown (we out)

Robberies with the costume

Send shots at your top phone

We tycoons, my nigga, we are not coons, not cool

Thousand dollar croc shoes

Sliding in 'em, living like a Yakub

I’m out in Yemen, you nibblin' on dry food

Crab rappers don’t wanna frack us

My back is like B.A.

Baracus

Smash ratchets till the shaft of my penis is flaccid

This is classic, I’m thinking past G Wagons

Mink draggin', Supercat «Cabin Stabbin»

That’s what’s happening

Jacket made of calf skin

The light that I’m basking in, remember shit in on

And you don’t quit

It don’t last, baby

It never did, it never have, baby

Your raps small change, coin of phrase

The Ralph Lauren shit I’m sporting, this is oil base

Your whore coil like a snakeskin

It’s like Watergate skipped the court date just to fornicate

Warpaint face, your mixtapes done in poor taste

I’m watching horses race, court made

With the quarter to eight

Slipped your whore the bait

My shit is more than great, what I orchestrate

I just want my niggas to all be straight

Cause where I often lay it ain’t coffee cake

Used to book niggas for chains and leathers

Cook 'caine, now I grab the wood-grain in the seven

The game is a lesson

My breathren got knocked for possession after I was stressin'

Move with discretion

Peace to Mexican niggas that carry weapons

Big butt bitches in leggings and 54−11's

Smith and Wesson’s, I capture the best essence

Thirsty heffers ass pass the refreshments

A fresh prince

Wipe the hammer down, I think I left prints

Nigga