Corniche lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Uh, f*ck you got here, n*gga?
The bitter dose

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Burgundy sables
Rock Purple Label
Birds in the stable (Yeah)
Shots out the .38
Burnt the potato (Hah, woo)
You know my words
This ain''t that same-old, same-old
My DNA was close to Sambo's
To stay afloat I bet my favorite rain coat (Woo)
This made of suede ho
I was made to persuade hoes
These ain't the days of old
I spray you then hasta luego (Grrt)
What's a chazzer?
That's a pig that's not flying straight, yo (Straight, yo)
A hole awaits for you in San Diego
Don't go Plaxico your own fat toe (Uh)
Aye, you was sayin'? Said you was trained to go (Go)
Don’t hang your head low, brother, pain is growth
How could I still be getting better?
I'd explain but won't (But won't)
I know some haters don't promote
But some say I'm the GOAT (Baa)
Why try and fix this sh*t if it ain't broke?
Sling yayo, kept my neighbors woke (Woke)
I was still focused on ways of making dope (Get it)
Wrap the brick up like its Mumm-Ra
The plot to fly or not conspired
Run it by my young guy in a Hyundai (We'll get 'em tonight)
It's a done job
Choppa dump up at ya bomboclaat and what not
f*ck em, we don't got no love for the other side (Ain't no love, n*gga)
Touch you, cut you a slice of humble pie
Life's like a jungle (Like a jungle)
I got too much hustle to
Shuck and jive like some do (Uh)
I might become a Jew with dumb loot
The Mac sound like a drum loop (Brrt)
The brussels was colorful like some chunks of fruit
Stop riding di*ks
Choose a new muscle group
The bus moves
c*cksuckers don't forget to lick nuts too
Haha, Marc, n*gga
You already know what the f*ck it is, sucka
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Uh, yeah, it's me
They try to kidnap this best selling author like "Misery" (Uh)
What I do?
Escape the situation like wizardry (True)
Blacked out on your mans
Now they call him Edward Scissorfeet (Uh)
Pun picked me up
Told em meet me by the river B (It's right over there)
Two guns just for symmetry
b*tch I had that sh*t on me
When I was playing Little League (Uh)
Yeah your boy is first class
I've never seen the middle seat (Nope)
b*tch I'm talking literally
Motherf*ckers ain't never seen Italy (Nope)
Dug Jesus out the grave
Found him rocking the chain
My face was on his piece
Ain't no topping my name (Damn)
For over twenty years your boy
Been whipping drops in the rain (Fact)
Butt naked playing Tekken
I'm on top of my game (Fact)
Double dragons on my head (Uh)
Two M5 Wagon - blue and red
I hit that sh*t so good
I can't even find my bread (Where the f*ck is it at?)
I know it's here somewhere, f*ck it
I guess I'll find it soon some year
It's me
[Outro: Fillmore Slim dialogue]