Roc Marciano - The Turning Point lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Swab the deck, Indian Ocean Ibuprofen, pots are broken the safe's pried open I boasted while the duck got roasted And posted, my jacket was poached, I provoked it Fifth on the hip bone Flip a hippo, then hit the b**h stroll Wrist glow like, disco lights, Morris Day Michael Knight, I'm wearing fahrenheit, a rare knight Bite the pear when it's ripe The old banana in the tail pipe The fishscale's white, the hammer's held tight The impolite, is sniped and thrown out in the turnpike [Verse 2] Uh, burn a joint, I'm at my turning point Tryna earn points, the herb we burnt was turquoise Maneuver the leg, black lens, metal Medusa head Le Coq Sportif, leather rooster egg Triple beam balance between fabric Established, f**ing on a king size mattress Good with the iron, I'm a blacksmith Weak tactics, resort to pay street taxes Armani scents at the barber with pimps A french peppermint, 85 percent's mescaline I went to sketch the next testament The nectar was sipped, I slipped dick in a specimen Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though (Have a blast) Move weight, it's conducive to muscle growth Double the gross, f** a humble approach, in coach Light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope Colorful coats, cope The gold spirit was evoked, I can feel it gettin' close [Outro] You hear that? What's that?