Roc Marciano - Herringbone lyrics

Rosebud Yeah Uh, uh [Verse 1] The first chain I ever owned I stole a Herringbone (Herringbone) The end result: I boned a yellow bone Back when I was peddling blow in the red zone I can see me in Venezuela in dress clothes Pressing hoes for dough, my words echo Pearls on my girl neckbone Songs in falsetto Architecture Art Deco (oh) My sh** fuego We on the same level? That's far fetched bro Yayo connect from Mexico, we ghetto Shoulda knew from the getgo I'd blow to be Gordon Gekko Don't poke the hornet's nest that's d**hs threshold (who that?) You never know; I might be cold, wrong, regretful (f** you up) Stretch the coke below the old retros Blow your head off with the pump Your sh**'ll roll from the stand in Modesto (whoo') Back with a vengeance The bak' ain't adequate We gon' have to add interests (tax 'em) Pimp sh**, medium polo packed; a slim fit We in this sh** My thick b**h came as a fringe benefit (yes) Money, furs 'n ice These is birthrights Mas'[on] Verger-type, the merchandise is persian white Cursing like you got a personal gripe Get you murdered for sum'in 'night - on-site - aight? Blood on my Nikes The white on whites My ice is looking like Sprite We don't look a like You look like a butch dyke I'm the type to cop the F-Type (mm..) I'm a stylist, I'll give you a columbian necktie (nice) X'd your name out Heads popped w' one headshot - blreah! Left a big red spot (dead) Order some eggs, left the restaurant prompt I might, knock down your moms She look like Gloria Estefan (n**uhh) The product all stepped on My lexicon is like an ex-con's All my shirts 's ?made of? chiffon I'm not some n***a you can sh** on [Verse 2] Lights - you know how the game go Burberry raincoat My stable of hoes, it came wit' a stagecoach (uh) You sho' lame, you need a stage coach I show you how the Roc's ?still? a lord? You should take notes I show you the ropes Life's like a tightrope Icin' my foe like pimpin' white folk Might cop the white gold You not even likable ?My n***as body sh** looking like a bull? ? ? ? ? Dance in the night with wolves Tanzanites made my hands look nice Slice the grams of Vanna White like samurais I handle mine - you push up dandelions Let the handle of the nine crack your hairline Motherf**er I'm the real one I'm the real one Motherf**er I'm the real one ?? sh**, Don Juan I'm the real one