Muse - Roc Marciano

Go away baby

Go away baby

Thank God for Roc Marci

Y’all some carbon copies

These off brand niggas genuine Jockey

My neck and wrist is rocky

The Tec fit in the Masi

Might catch me and your wifey

Like Ron Eisley

R. Kelly in the closet

Gossip

Rose petals and chocolates

Compliments to Chef Bronson

A few croissants

Watch swans swim

The wine

Since '89 it was bottled in

Since '89 it was bottled in

Models kissing my olive skin

Body lotion, candles

Naomi Campbell

Smoking a Camel

38 taped up

Look like I broke the hammo, famo

Oh your hammers blow

Imaginary ammo

Trap out the bando

Brand new Lambo

Damn bro

Cut the top, Amber Rose

Plus my hands was froze

All my flows like the cannabis

It was cloned

This is amethyst

You niggas food

I bought rolls for sandwiches

I’m no pimp

This is road management

Uh

I’m into road managment

Baby I was told this dough’ll

Make the planets spin

Make the planets spin

This can’t be it

Fancy ambience

We’re family men

This is candy for kids

I got the jammy

Up near your pancreas

Muhfucka

(Movie dialogue)