Lyrics of ' Daddy Kane (feat. The Alchemist & Action Bronson) ' by Roc Marciano

Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?)
I'm like Big Daddy Kane
I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that)
Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice)
Walk with me like a dog might (mmm)
I got forty-four bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight
So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh)
You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha)
Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off?
Doggie, that's more than a chiba high
Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater
And you ain't a boss till you take a loss. That's a lost leader
Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah)
Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah)
Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout)
A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh)
Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out
New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat)
It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth
Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no)
They go from straight up hoes to fake woke
I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach
Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me)
Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming
Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi
And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)
Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)
Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute)
I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie
The Bible won't be the only thing holy

I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh)
My demise always a day late (uh-huh)
Classic battle like eagle vs. Snake (classic)
Dragon vs. Leopard (uh, classic)
Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand
Made 'em flip like Suni Lee
Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat)
Told the bitch: Mangia, they don't got this at the diner (nope)
For forty lifetimes, I remember (uh)
I've arrived the second day of December (woo)
With The Wind Cries Mary played by Jimi on the Fender
Safari snorkel on the white defender
Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all)
Should I let it slide? (Nah) Or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve
Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?)
Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh)
Yeah, yeah (he's on fire)
Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire)
I'm 'bout to have a night like Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am)
We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (eighty points)
Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (fifty rebounds)
Nowadays (thirty assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus
Yeah, it's me