Roc Marciano – Flash Gordon

Used to have to pitch

Now I print cash with the bic

The pad is a blank check

Embrace death taste flesh

While the rhyme on the page is still wet

Far from fictitious

The cars attract the bitches

I hear the whispers

My palms got the blisters

By the 45 you ' re moisturized

The oysters are fried

Pull fives out the toybox

Be as lonely at the top

The watchband is croc

The palace is a camelot

Don ' t ride the camel when it ' s hot

They channeling Pac

My chairman scrambling rock

While I dance to the Spanish guitar

Spit the chorus

To stimulate the w***e ' s clitoris

It taste like porridge

I felt rewarded from the man

I ran from the warrant

The high top Ewings is blue and orange

Flash Gordon

[Hook]

We still getting it

Piping dimes on the terrace

I ' m thinking about my life where it ' s headin

I sleep with heat under the pillow

The cash is where I left it it ' s nothing

I watch the city while I ' m f**king

I ' m such a glutton

Gucci buckets with the Chukkas

Motherf**kers

[Verse 2]

As a dove flew out the glove of the magician it was just as I predicted

Reality is prescripted Trees twisted

Autistic gorgeous hitmen escort the vixen

Porsches imported liquids

To buy a snake and acquired taste We play for higher stakes

Wine and dine by the fireplace

Romantic strawberries on the coke

My chariot approach

I vanished parlaying with the players

Switch layers Mr Rogers galoshes foxes to dance topless

I hit the spot that ' s erogenous erotic

Brolic hips hippopotamus chocolate b***h

The clock is a Swiss the chronic is lit

Gin and tonic the mix the Benz is a 6

Inside the Matrix I ' m the glitch 357 with the rubber grip

So when the beef pop The shit don ' t slip