Killing Time - Roc Marciano

Might spot me in the mocha roadster

Something bad up on the corner

My white hoe standing like Anna Kournikova

I called her over

People pointing, «Yo there goes Rosebudd»

All my clothes is bought with hoe’s blood

Rollin bud in the button up

Bitches button it up

You see me and the homie here bustin' it up

Crunching numbers over suckling duck

I was stuffed, the wine was robust

I rolled a blunt up

My presence embodies wealth

My wrist rocky, not Versace belts

The white, got it from Rafael

Pockets swell, I got the intel

From golems out in Roswell

Now I got more rides than Jerry Seinfeld

I’ll cut your wive’s tails, it’s no old wive’s tale

Stable’s filled with clydesdales

Brazilian bombshells to quell all dryspells

With top shottas, get shot up by a pot of oxtail

The Caddy passed

The scallywags can’t carry my calf Bally bag

My bitch young Halle bad

Something a real mack would marry, she got the fat

I try but I, I don’t want to live a lie, why would I

Goodbye ma, we had a good time

I know I’m a good guy

Maybe somewhere down the line, if you’re still fine

But for now I’m just killin' time

Damn I’m fly, flying in from Panama with tan lines

Might paint the S5 camouflage

I was handed a baton

My feet was in sand in San Juan, female companion

I stole her from her man in Club Zanzibar

She got more bread than Roseann Barr

The answers was in the stars, she said my hands were soft

I parked the Phantom

She said her old man’s a Neanderthal

Babydoll was in thrall, we indoors

No gulps, sips of Cristal, it was in the crystal ball

I was wearing Christian Dior

The fortune teller showed this to me when I was a little boy

For this trail of broken hearts we like ocean sharks

Composing art, black Mozart

Make the pussyhole fart

Vanilla ice cream, cookie dough parts

No need to cook for me

Yo ma, just know I’m goodie mob (I'm Good, ma)

Fuck you with all my jewelry on, my wood’s a chili dog

I’m killing these whores, my crib look like a minimall

Just bought a Bentley, I’ma get me 20 more for all my dogs

I feel like Boston George in Michael Jordan shorts

Water sports, need more passports

To Europeans I’m like Hasselhoff

When you see me: hats off, then pass the torch

Fuck all the back and forth, I’m clapping at your boss

For tryna tap the source your thoughts will turn to applesauce