Roc Marciano - Not Told lyrics

[Production by Roc Marciano] [Hook] I'm in that all black boat See how I be leaning like I'm on that dope Certified grimey n***a Wore that coat, knock your Ass over like poor black Folk, bag up the coke like Quaker Oats, take notes Play the stove, lames are disposed Tre eight ohs bang in Your clothes Train hoes the game is to be sold not told [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Learned life lessons, late night fighting Leopards, Polo'd down like Tyson Beckford Flow is nice, the blow is white like Robert Redford, little homie this is just textbook Flesh is cook, bust my gun like them kids in Red Hook Keep it jumping like Russel Westbrook It can't be better put We live fast, got a lead foot Push sevens out, in Meadowbrook Ya mellon get whupped Will find your skeleton in the hood I sat and had a sip at the gentleman's club Intelligent writers, pockets got elephantitis Come with choppers like helicopter pilots I drive a five lopsided Pop iron Trying to make a hole for you like linemen Designer trends is high end I'm disguised in Cartiers is wired thin, keep my eyes hid Take advice from wise men with ends Rhymes is deep You might want to dive in and swim You feel the pain in the music My ways are polluted Big chain hang stupid That's how we do sh**, chill n***a You already know how we play, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate] Before the night part this life start Don't be on at four in the morning Get etch a sketched in that white chalk It's raining and storming The water is quite dark Kingpins, k**ers turn informants Thinking they might walk No playing, or pranking Have you walking a plank Now you food for them sharks in the tank From a hood where we sharpen our shanks Kingpins get stripped for their ranks The watch and chain, plus the pinky ring Come through customs with a couple things Six fifty clean with the custom rims M16 with a couple clips Mossberg pumps with a pistol grip Silencers, infrared, all official sh** A few Nick Cannons off of my pirate ship Married to Mariah Carey as I hug the strip Submariner Rolex wrappedaround her wrist Blowing cannabis As I navigate down One Two 5th Water blue Mazi straight off the dealership We pour out liquor in remembrance [Hook] [Verse 3: Ka] You ain't have a clue The n***as had to see and had to do Just to have some wheat that we can chew We need to make a stew The need to feed, lead a fatal boom In the streets knee deep major crew They lie and deprive It's what they made us do Engage in the trades and evades Gauges will bllew But don't touch the custies, wave em through Rugged in public, covered our neighbors too Our haters grew, necessarily sinning.. glowing With confidence Temporarily winning, knowing the consequence f** man law, I'm speaking of the fire Word to the sire My fans poor, I'm preaching to the choir We in the dirt, reaching with desire That's why we sling the work Seeking for a buyer Cook it up, keep it on the fryer Pump enough base to make speakers burst Then we can all retire