Roc Marciano - G Lanes lyrics

[Hook: Sadat X] Roc Marci's my man, we gon collab GP throw the beat on the grill like a slab We gon eat My man P say "give 'em hands and feet" I think we will Every shot got to be a k**, no survivors All of your riders get hit in the brain Me and Roc Marci, who could fit in this lane? [Verse 1: Sadat X] A collab's supposed to be fab Off the rip, it should grab Pulsate and nab your ear drums The song now becomes part of your daily Rotate in the car, iPod and the crib Should be food for the ribs Subject to background check Respect given only if you stay driven Show how you living Your aura Not some sh** you threw in the drawer And pulled out on a studio date Done right it could be a cla**ic Done wrong and its an ordinary song I can't afford that The song is a bullet And if i get pressed i have to pull it You know it has to be a k** Bring out captains, lieutenants Evacuate the tenants Alert the media Social networks and the internet jerks A little controversy, it works It awakens the ma**es Me with my gla**es [Hook] [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Nobody, but me and the god Dadi Ride the track on the trolley Flow as a gla** at the Sony The lab is the after party His the a** or the graphic with the sharpie Moving with the brothers rocking rugby's Bubbly Living up hitting spliffs getting chubby Sessions with the legends, Porsche 911's With expression We used to make the same as James Evans Throw another Heinekein back The line's wire tapped Fire the mac that inspired the rap The fire caps your dime like a Bermuda fly trap Light the dime bag Spit it nice, never rhyme bad And mix the ice with the Cognac This is historic, dipped the dicks in Taurus You f**ing with the two top scorers