Herringbone - Roc Marciano

Yeah

Uh, uh

The first chain I ever owned

I stole a Herringbone (Herringbone)

The end result: I boned a yellow bone

Back when I was peddling blow in the red zone

I can see me in Venezuela in dress clothes

Pressing hoes for dough, my words echo

Pearls on my girl neckbone

Songs in falsetto

Architecture Art Deco (oh)

My shit fuego

We on the same level?

That’s far fetched bro

Yayo connect from Mexico, we ghetto

Shoulda knew from the getgo

I’d blow to be Gordon Gekko

Don’t poke the hornet’s nest that’s deaths threshold (who that?)

You never know;

I might be cold, wrong, regretful (fuck you up)

Stretch the coke below the old retros

Blow your head off with the pump

Your shit’ll roll from the stand in Modesto (whoo')

Back with a vengeance

The bak' ain’t adequate

We gon' have to add interests (tax 'em)

Pimp shit, medium polo packed;

a slim fit

We in this shit

My thick bitch came as a fringe benefit (yes)

Money, furs 'n ice

These is birthrights

Mas' Verger-type, the merchandise is persian white

Cursing like you got a personal gripe

Get you murdered for sum’in 'night — on-site — aight?

Blood on my Nikes

The white on whites

My ice is looking like Sprite

We don’t look a like

You look like a butch dyke

I’m the type to cop the F-Type (mm.)

I’m a stylist, I’ll give you a columbian necktie (nice)

X’d your name out

Heads popped w' one headshot — blreah!

Left a big red spot (dead)

Order some eggs, left the restaurant prompt

I might, knock down your moms

She look like Gloria Estefan (she look good)

The product all stepped on

My lexicon is like an ex-con's

All my shirts 's ?made of?

chiffon

I’m not some nigga you can shit on

Lights — you know how the game go

Burberry raincoat

My stable of hoes, it came wit' a stagecoach (uh)

You sho' lame, you need a stage coach

I’ll show you how to rock

Just play it low and just take notes

I show you the ropes

Life’s like a tightrope

Icin' my foe like pimpin' white folk

Might cop the white gold

You not even likable

?My niggas body shit looking like a bull?

Dance in the night with wolves

Tanzanites made my hands look nice

Slice the grams of Vanna White like samurais

I handle mine — you push up dandelions

Let the handle of the nine crack your hairline

Motherfucker I’m the real one

I’m the real one

Motherfucker I’m the real one

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shit, Don Juan

I’m the real one