Flee Lord - Hallways lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Pimpire, uh [Chorus: Roc Marciono] Used to sling cocaine (Yeah) Sling it in the hallway Sling it in the hallway We used to sling cocaine In the hallway [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Yo For the juice get you cold pressed (Pressed) Don't let what I say go over your head like stones on my neck Wet the rolls, broken leg rose from the dead For bread, the toast knock the yolk out your egg (Fish) The pole too big for coat check Put your light out quick like a roach clip (Pssst) Before I wrote this sh*t I went on a tow trip The nose on the pimp got the coke drip, hoe submit They thought I touch her shoulder with the Vulcan grip (Gottem) I'm back and I'm better than ever Feds tryna to catch us, we in the Nebuchadnezzar (Zooooom) It's just a Tesla (Uh), just a test run Don't accept any replicas, ni**as is really regular (Reggie) As you can see I done leveled up, medicine in the cup in the seven up Every line run like seven and up (Yuh) You can tell how I'm cut, I'm not sus I make it hot, thermometer bust In God we trust (Whooo) Mix the Bacardi with the punch, pop the trunk, we got army guns Once I let off the shotty, the party done [Chorus: Roc Marciano] We used to sling cocaine (Bahp bahp bahp) Sling it in the hallway Sling it in the hallway [Verse 2: Flee Lord] Lord, Lord My fur coat is heroin gray Used to sit countin my chips watching the heroine play (Whoo) Nah I'm not rich my ni**as swear that I'm paid Eat your food with the uzi then get straight entree (Brrt) Bout to make a run after I calculate these funds (Funds) Yeah that dick have a pass of bread my mouth make her cum (Aiy) Selling ounces in the sun in front the houses in the slum Livin life to the beat and bounce to the drum (Bounce on the drum) Serenade the streets while I marinate the beef (Beef) The strong will survive, yeah we burying in the weak (Agh) Rhymin for my change white diamonds for the flames (Fire) Smokin zones in the house not tryna go insane (Not tryna go insane) Louis slippers, crib like a movie ni**as dookie dripper (Dookie dripper) All suede couch with the coogie pillows, argh Stripes like Adidas, hoes hype when they meet us (Meet us) All ice on the fingers (Fingers) , four pipes on the beemers (Brrrt) As a freshman I was playing dice with the seniors Now we textin they let me know the price for the stingers Rad 9-11 while the feds tryna snatch thirty pounds on that bullsh*t the dreads tryna catch em (No) Hibachi while I'm high beats dropping out the sky Everytime I'm at the light heat popping out the ride (Skrrrrrrt) Argh [Outro: Stove God Cooks] Grrt