Action Bronson - Drug sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Straight from the depths of Queens Leave you sleeping on the mezzanine Like you Lincoln, and switch into a desert scene Often heard, but this motherf**er seldom seen I'm throwing blows while you're waiting for the bell to ring Drug smoking, raisins make the pasta sweet Slumped over when the barrel and your posture meet Stay lean like some motherf**ing ostrich meat You full of sh**, it's time to get a colonoscopy Scissor kicks, dick's up for Miss Elizabeth Lex Luger arms, four in the morning in the dark with the computer on Waste of my time - my thoughts are patient, [?] replaced in my mind Born to shine like the eyes on a cat Same cat f** around, put the knife in your back Cause it's nothing, we live and let die and roam the land And you bluffing, you lifted the cards and showed your hand, p**y Tailor-made rubber, rubber made reliable Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit Play the streets like the ball court, spin and shoot Strong as Popeye, dipping in a spinach Coupe Pull my nuts out your mouth, let me breathe for a minute, please Your life is cheap like a hooker in the Philippines About to be a huge star and I'm still in Queens You on the shelf like a figurine Drugs infesting my mind, but I'm destined to shine Spit the sh** to keep these motherf**ers pressing rewind Thousands of pounds of pressure pressed on your spine Lift the vine, free the bonds - lead the blind, read the signs Hands up like you stepping in the party Now you getting robbed, motherf**er, with the shotty Said you pottied - make your body do an ollie Then dig your shorty out cause I geeked her up on molly Have her eating dick, no need for seasoning If seven dudes are in the room, then she's pleasing 'em Like a tropper, hit her in the pooper Throw her in the shower then I take her out to LUPA I'm kinky, I'll hit it even if it's stinky Put 'em in the shower, make the p**y brand-new Ran through, give her money's what I can't do Stuff her lunch box and burn her with a candle Consensual rate, vinegar solutions Animal abusing, down with revolutions Don't get me pissed off, f** around, rip your tits off Still getting head even if my dick soft Rising quick, no Fleischmann's I'm in the end zone with one leg up, posing like Heisman Throw it like Theismann, suede foot With the village leader, smoking a pipe with seven wise men I eat the biggest piece of chicken at the table Let 'em know I'm hungry, Polo on the Rugby The .44 long, surely got a trusty hove Tryna live the American dream, Dusty Rhodes, yeah