Emeralds

Oh man...

Word... Niggas already know the muthafuckin resume straight up and down man

Rider shit

Terrace Ave nigga

Hempstead muthafucka

L.I. stand the fuck up

Marce nigga

Fuck them niggas know bout it

Nothing Faggot

Wish I what?

If I catch one of you niggas man

Ya niggas know man (Pussy niggas man)

Yeh (Disgusting)

Yeh Huh [Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

I got Lamborghini dreams

Nissan nightmares

Moving white my ice cool as the night air

Two fives flare

Glare through your

Cartier eyewear

And knock ya newborn out of the high chair

Devour n tear

Slice ya by the hair like pear

The prey I share fruit that

I bear I get nectarine in the beam

I steam a whole seventeen

Brolic chain chunk cheddar cheese

Spray up chumps

TEC's jam like

Heavy D Hoes lay bread on me like deli meat (woah)

That's pimpish

Pass the Mack 10 to my apprentice

While I get a pen and pad to print this

Then slide nine inches in your

Empress with the quickness

You get ran through swifter than

Wind Sprints

You a byproduct

Of guys that grind and buy

Prada Black cards lie inside

Prada wallets

Black cars glide like flying carpets

The 40 lay you out like a starfish

I'm doing

God's work in the booth

This was Allah's wish

I put a skirt on the

Coupe Squirt 32s that'll burn in your soup

Muthafucka (Yeh baby) [Bridge]

Light one up

Feds might run up

They might want us

Henny on ice with my styrofoam cup

Dimes get fucked

Lynx with the nine get stuck

Rip cake and glide in the truck

These are emeralds

Only generals resemble

We throwing up sings and symbols

We throwing up sings and symbols [Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

You just a pawn on the chessboard

I move pieces

On squares like

Louis sneakers

Polices gonna burn 'em off like leeches

For beneath us people need to see the uniqueness

Speak your mind like telekinesis

Steam reefers

Watching pelicans on beaches

Slide long meat deep in

Georgia peaches

Them whores be the source of your weakness

I take broads do what

I see fit

Break laws money grip vick like

Queen pin

Rolex they gleam where my sleeve end

My enemy need bend my team win

You bleeding

Feel the Reaper creeping

A brief wind the grim bring a freeze to your skin

Squeeze three at your

BM Till your meat spin

You hanging on by a thin tree limb

Cock weapons and pop the specimen

With elegance, metal wrench to wear, glass settle in

Your head been turned into gelatine

I ride with gentlemen

Hollow tops fly through your melon and

Cocksucker..

Word up.. [Bridge]

Light one up

Feds might run up

They might want us

Henny on ice with my styrofoam cup

Dimes get fucked

Lynx with the nine get stuck

Rip cake and glide in the truck

These are emeralds

Only generals resemble

We throwing up sings and symbols

We throwing up sings and symbols