Roc Marciano - Paradise For Pimps lyrics

[Sample] "It's time to get down..." x4 [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Blowing exotics, low in the cottage Clothes is the finest, flows is melodic Cook product over stove pilots Robotic, smokers is opening up wallets Connects is solid, PR PS's is knotted Shred flesh like cheddar for omelettes d**h is promised, heffers are dishonest Weapons are polished, my nemesis plotted Paradise for pimps, what I'm writing is dense Pop Vicodins in like vitamins Move work, fly it in, get fly again Fire the M, you just bend like a tire rim These are the chronicles of dealers Your rhymes is not tolerable for hearing You can't get that blah blah about my earring That sh** you poppin will get you shot by the year end Tryin to show you motherf**ers reared in They're synthetic I'm the real thing Ain't nothing authentic about em The sound n***as is out mimicking is ours We miss showers, work rigorous hours Earn six figures just spitting on albums Been in battle, n***as is gaffled Women hara** who to live in the castle Individuals with little will grab instead of ask you And catch 20 in the cashew [Hook] I know feel me, cause I'm filthy We still take risks for it Pay 10 stacks on the hit for it, n***a (yeah) I know you on mine's, cause I'm all fly I still mack hoes with it Gold wristwear with the stones in it, feel it n***a [Sample] "It's time to get down..." x2 [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] The taste of cider, stakes get raised higher My spray will show grace under fire Display the iron, this is how pros do it When the occasion was shown I arose to it They want war, I'm not opposed to it I'll pop holes in your old Buick It's no music I'll actually really go and do it And spend 20 on a rose gold Cuban Heineken case, blow about an eighth to the face They trying to duplicate my shape like a bathing eight Shave weight on plates, blades scrape Hermes waste, I'm just tryin to earn the day's pay Poetic track records is athletic Dealing bars like calisthenics Al's the chemist I just come and put down the lyrics That's just how we handle our business [Hook] I know you feel me, cause I'm filthy We still take risks for it Pay 10 stacks on the hit for it, n***a (yeah) I know you on mine's, cause I'm all fly I still mack hoes with it Gold wristwear with the stones in it, feel it n***a [Sample] "It's time to get down..." x2