Roman Candles - The Alchemist, Roc Marciano, Black Thought

Ugh, Hawaiian shorts shit, four-fifths, pour stick

Cut the dog’s shit, fuck a whore, never course ship

Knocked a couple whores down, raw, never cause shit

Got a gorgeous dick, I was fortunate, you fraudulent

I got the formula, cop the 550 with the spoiler

Bitch I’m kinda spoiled like a four-year-old

Ugh, live in the flesh of real macaroni

My ring of Rollies like «Ring a Ring o’Rosie»

Kill a Hossa, I’m realer than a river monster

To rock for my niggas is an honor

Recordin' life, not lyrics

I was visited by spirits, your shit isn’t authentic

Genuine article, like 9/11 with the fog lights

With the arm all I write is all white, well all right

The guns in the pawn tight

Beef is on sight, niggas didn’t have the foresight

In Dior slippers, can’t get caught slippin'

'Cause when it’s on the clique, it be like «shoulda worn the Pippen’s»

Rock the bucket like I’m fishin', who dissin' might come up missin'

Got a hundred bitches, grew up underprivileged

Old drama’s never water under bridges

I still love the corners from a distance

Keep a pistol where my dick is, this shit is Bisquick

I don’t fit in, I’m still a misfit

Ugh, higher cause shit, Thought shit

Triple black Maserati Sport skrtin' out the crib porch, yeah

Auction at Sotheby’s, I bought a rare portrait

The City of Brotherly’s an iron clad fortress

I’m at the orchestra, focused like Randolph and Mortimer

Talk in broken language like a foreigner

The one and only that’s more holy than matrimony

I charge you and your homie with actin' phony

A real impostor, I’m deeper than the realest roster

Allah’s my bodyguard, no Kevin Costner

Ugh, come get your life augmented, your image is schizophrenic

My memory, photogenic

Return of the prodigal-like, a periodical, methodical type

Game changer, call an audible like, well all right

Y’all niggas rappin', all hype

Ya temperament is the equivalent of soft light

Get caught trippin' and visit the mortician

Right with the shortlist of niggas who support snitchin'

I’m like ghetto Gastro up in the kitchen

Embarkin' on this official, astrophysical mission

I broke the internet like an intermission

Raisin' the bar is like raisin' the partition

The messiah that stretch higher to catch fire

The empire of the motherfuckin' esquire

I know that you feel that you’re on you’re own

All your lucky stars

Listen to me, listen to me (Yeah)

Listen to me

Listen to me