K Ben Rose - Long Live Stack lyrics

[Verse 1] (K Ben Rose) Long Live Stack all he wanted was our city on the map The drop top mazi All he wanted was the best for us I wish we could of did a session before he past God bless his soul I have a couple question for him Like how it feel to make it out the rock? How you go from corporate meetings And bounce right back to that street sh** on the block? How do I bring the rock glory? Cause now or days it's too much beefing over territory Premature articulation this sh** is crazy This manifesto is to wake n***as up Lets come together far rock and shake n***as up Quit the bs Find your talents Lose the choppers Could be a astronaut Ball player or a doctor Don't have to make no whoppers You have options Don't let the masquerade drag you in It's our turn like pages in the wind Six borough we thorough Just always remember Get on your grind cause the projects is a project That will never be finished [Chorus] Long Live Stack (x8) [Verse 2] (K Ben Rose) Leather jacket like girl with dragon tattoo Who he think he is? Fonzi hoe that's who Yeah I'm that cool My chicks be fine Other n***as chicks want to kick it Like I'm wearing a kick me sign But I'm just tryna bring heaven on earth Like Ricky tan up in heaven on earth Fighting off all these devils on earth K Ben Rose throwing pedals at the hearse Cause i'm k**ing these rappers Keep it real no four flush Right now i'm on the road no tour bus Till we throwing paper Dunder Mifflin In the office Till we leaders of the corporate Man i'm out dawg i'm off this I rail grind Jail bars making your side of the scale rise On your block like the mail guy He ain't messing with me tried to tell guy I fell off wasn't good with timing I'm just tryna make gold out the silver lining Rather die real then be living phony Reppin NY like Prigioni Never leave though I ain't Dan Antoni Nah [Chorus #2] Go hard or go home And I ain't going home (X3) [Verse 3] (Porche Boxx) Im fresh off the hi haters Hi haters The outfit is on sky scrappers For more paper Shook the town up a couple disses But nothing come in between me and the business See I got it clicking The loud and the sour Doing coke numbers Can't even tell you my pops secret it's so bu*ter Huh swag talking read the guidelines I'm just limping like Kobe I got the foul lines Huh I'm on my worst behavior They be talking like I'm hip hop's savior Or maybe too big for my britches I'm just kidding I know you making that face like no no no no he didn't Bruce Wayne when the cape is off Slap the camera man like Yeezy Just in case you thought he was soft Felony to give I'm on my bullsh** I could do a stretch and come back Talking on pulpits And collect my offering Long as I got a suit and tie I'm sharp like the coffin Fresh to d**h like junebug with the chains on These f**ing kilos on my neck I need a green card [Chorus #2]