Boosie Fade

[Intro Roc Marciano] Yeah It's alive It's alive [Verse #1 Roc Marciano] Yo I must be some kind of Frankenstein, peep the way I'm designed With the .9 by my waistline Don't waste your time rhyming and quit your day job I'm in the Bahamas till I came back the same shade as Akon Seats in my favorite ride remind me of sweet potato pie You eager to take my spot but the game is mine I'm playing keep away with the rock You geeks could never play for my squad Pop a muscle in your quad, you feel like 2pac up in Quad You got touched but no one was charged Hustlers were shuffling the cards Bust the gun down and flush the parts Whatever don’t fit just chuck it in Flushing Park I’ll be right here with the truck in park While the Gap Band played I stared in a daze My graze can't be patched with a band-aid To save me these ladies laid on a hand grenade, to ensure I ain't get a scrape on my handsome face No Wraith can equate to my traits it's Land o' Lakes you need a Lambo to date My character nothing man made can validate My palate's way past Alize, this a glass of Ace It's safe to say that I have immaculate taste The grass was saturated with snakes Had to navigate through the maze Went from the new kids on the block We was moving weight to get stupid paid Flipped the script and did some music and now we cool in the gang Who they at the top of the food chain baby they say we end Lucifer's reign I'm sick, this ain't your everyday flu strain Chase the kombucha root with the Deuce, obey what I do say My blade will get you way more than a Boosie Fade [Westside Gunn] Ay yo, the Mac ain't a Macintosh (Mac ain't a Macintosh) I hit your wit all 32 I swear to God, kissed the brick, told it I loved it, then I bust it The ol' 8 looking all rusted, but I trust it (Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom) ? Clotheslined the coke/ porsche mustard Blew his brains out, shit disgusting Handcuff the jail ? with lifers Your face will get sliced up Commissary get took, you wanna be like us Bottom bunk nigga for real I know some niggas that did dumb time, came home and got killed The new king of New York, I do as a I will Nigga let the dope spoon shit turned to milk The fish scale fabulous, clappin fifths Imagine if, my mackerels came short, miraculous Pass the blick, where you stashed the chips, take the cash and dip