Roc Marciano - Paradise for Pimps
                    	
                    Blowing exotics, low in the cottage
                    Close define flow some latin
                    Cook product over stove pilots
                    Robotic, smoke's opening up wallets
                    Connect solid, PR PS's knotted
                    Treat flesh like cheddar for omlette
                    Dealfish promise heafer's a dishonest
                    Weapons a polish my nemesis plot is
                    Paradise for pimps woulda write this dense
                    Pop vike in the zen like vitamins
                    Move word fly it in get fly again
                    Fryer the M which is bent like a tire rim
                    This are the chronicles of dealers
                    The rhymes is not tolerable for hearing
                    Can't get that bla bla by my earring
                    That shit you poppin' get you shot by the earring
                    Tryin' to show you mother*****er rear in
                    It's synthetic I'm the real thing
                    It's nothing authentic about them
                    The sound niggers is out mimicking is ours
                    We miss showers, work rigorous hours
                    Earn six figures just spitting on albums
                    Been in battle, niggas is gaffed
                    Women harass who to live in the castle
                    Individuals with little will grab instead of asking
                    Will catch 20 in the cash shoot
                    [Hook]
                    I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
                    I still take this forward
                    Paying 10 stacks on a hit forward
                    Nigga
                    I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm more fly
                    I still mack goes with it
                    Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
                    Feel it, nigga
                    But tense decide us, stakes getting raised higher
                    My spray is so great under fire
                    Display the iron this is how the pros do it
                    When the occasion we'll show em I rose to it
                    They want war not appose to it
                    I pop holes in your old buick , it's no music
                    I'll actually really go and do it
                    I spent 20 on a rose gold cuban
                    Hiding the keys, low body ave to the fees
                    They tryin' to duplicate my shape like a baby name
                    Shave weight on plate blades great her mays waste
                    I'm just trying to earn a day's pay
                    Poetic track records is athletic
                    Dealing bars like calisthenics hail the chemist
                    I just come and put down the lyrics
                    That's just how we handle our business
                    [Hook]
                    I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy
                    You still take this forward
                    Paying 10 stacks on the hit forward
                    Nigga
                    I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm all fly
                    I still mack goes with it
                    Gold wrist wear with the stones in it
                    Feel it, nigga