Think Big - Roc Marciano & The Alchemist

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz, ask your friends who's the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us" You think big you get big, champagne and Moet You can party til you sweat, the money's yours to get Cash in abundance, paper stacks in the hundreds One thousand for the gators, hard stares for the traitors I be a thang slinger, body boom here come the banger Your mother should have pulled you out with a fucking hanger Word up, what's your motherfucking deal, nigga Fuck Polo, you can call me Tommy Real Nigga To all emcees that envy that's trying Never me and you, take it easy like Mad Lion If you mess with me, your family Will be missing you like we miss EPMD But if you don't believe me you can come and see me though And you sure will be over just like Arsenio I come-a-calling, you niggas be stalling I got the unbelievable like my nigga Smalls and Release date, man I can't wait That ass getting cash like a New York nigga out of state To the ladies don't waste your time Only 69 that I do is 69 Give you drama like 2Pac so you gots to give me dap For fun, putting 'em on the run like Kool G Rap Like Michael Jackson off the wall for y'all I'm making people forget you like R Kelly did to Aaron Hall In God we trust, in hoes we lust In clothes and cash and cars a must Yo I'm the 86 survivor so bear witness to my theme I only play with my team, two hundred thousand in my dream Bitches love this curly headed threat, far from a herb Draw my nigga and I squeeze for Gs quicker than a serve I got styles for miles the Bronx and Harlem runner-up You think big you get big, I want it all fuck a cut Yo fuck beepers, fuck hustling for sneakers and car speakers Give me cars and stores to transform this drug caper Hustling money's dead kid I want Arab and Jew paper And now I'm the sheik the Lord Tariq So let the resurrected Willie speak cause I'd rather die upon my feet My dress code explodes, paying hundreds for jeans Yo I could play a pair of Lees and reign Willie Supreme BBS ride the ave beside the African gypsy cab driver While I let you check the style of a survivor (MacGyver) Your shit is smothered yo I got New York covered End of story, I'm the last and there will be never be another Motherfucker

The good book holds reasons I believe the way I do. And all I needed to know I was taught in Sunday school. But I live like those rules were for everyone but me. With selfish disregard for how it hurt my family. As I staggered down the hall to our bed. She helped steady me and said: How can you think like you think and Turn around and drink like you drink? You can barely stand up when you kneel down to pray. How can you tell our children to be strong And fight temptation in world gone wrong? How can you think like you think and drink like you drink? Bless that girl that looks out for me. With the faith and love of a saint. Give me the strength to make sure that she never again has to say. How can you think like you think Turn around and drink like you drink? You can barely stand up when you kneel down to pray. How can you tell our children to be strong And fight temptation in world gone wrong? How can you think like you think and drink like you drink? How can you think like you think and drink like you drink?

(Oh, baby) Hundred block (hundred block) Huh, hundred block (hundred block) Pimpstead, nigga Shit crazy Answered the call, declared war I swore I saw blood on the dance floor (I seen it) Contact the janitor when the shells from the hammer fall Laying on the floor by the handful It's cool, the flannels made of lamb's wool Took my chances dancing with wolves Now the Lamborghini Urus is tangible The steering wheel ain't never felt hands this smooth (never) It's crazy I don't even get manicures (woo) I told shorty, she stole jewelry from me This authority (sit yourself down, yeah) You can't be airing out family laundry, that shit corny (shit corny) The naked city came with eight million stories Baby girl eyeballs got watery (cryin') Lord, give me the strength not to abuse my authority How long is the tallest tree? Got a quarter in the Goyard toiletry In all colors from orange to green (woo) I'm shitting on everything (shitting on everything) Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings My artistic prowess, these are God-given powers Cowards ain't wanna give me my flowers, it's childish Don't make me beat a bitch down on some Chris Brown shit And spin the block on your town 'cause I'm well-rounded (sit yourself down, yeah) Boy, I'll down you, you should wear crowded Niggas down with you left dumbfounded Astounding, cop the Patek Philippe drowned it Left the counter wet like a pound of salmon It's real, it don't just sound slick on the album Six for the trousers, I'm just browsing arouses 11 thousand It's hard to stay grounded when you a falcon (it's hard) Huh, this the top the mountain It's clouded, I don't know what clout is I don't count niggas chips like accountants I just know the crocodile's Italian I don't know what else more I could tell ya Huh, I don't know what else more I could tell ya Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (chill, man) Designer cars make the bitches wave (I genuinely be worried 'bout y'all niggas, man) I'm shittin' on everything (The fuck y'all niggas gon' do, man) (When I wake up and find out this shit ain't gon' work?) (Sit yourself down, yeah) Cartiers and Audemars Piguets Tennis chains and diamond rings (fuck it) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shittin' on everything (back to) I'm shitting on everything (this, memories) Designer cars make the bitches wave I'm shitting on everything Huh, nigga (Oh, baby) (In autumn water) (It's not always easy) (But as the salmon move forward upstream) (The grizzlies are here too)

Jump out the Fisker and come cook your ass Uh Burr Yo Your favorite rapper send fan mail to me Your lil' LP ain't worth 12 pennies 17 shells in the semi That's the same iron that burnt Penny (tss) This the flow that earned me a Bentley It came with my own personal Fonzworth Bentley (yes, sir) Pretty bitch with some perky titties I heard your cheese tighter than virgin kitty (niggas broke) But that's besides the point, if I point You gon' catch a hollow point (there he go) Your product of choice, god got moist (wet 'em) You seen the light at the end of the tunnel Try me, I will be delighted to pop your bubble Might even give your wifey a couple in the thigh muscle, I chuckle Uh, you know my body quality over quantity (uh) He couldn't possibly make another quantum leap Top of the heap, ask my colleagues (ask) You just tryna get by like Talib Kweli (woo) Only the throne is my comfort zone Where I'm from, if you an unknown You better come with a pole (better) Live by the codes niggas uphold I got no love for hoes (none) Ya dun know (niggas know), ya dun know (Marci') Uh, I made murder sexy Might catch me in the F430 with a dirty Pepsi Look how early shit turned messy Topsy-turvy, put in work on them jive turkeys Push a line on the opps 'til the timer pop I seen a lot as a child, I was traumatized (help me) Now it's monetized, they swore I had Masonic ties But my eyes only recognize dollar signs The bag I'm in now different The Louis luggage 30-thousand, I was power trippin' I'm at the house snickerin', countin' chicken It's sickenin', I whipped the brick, now it's submissive Listen