DJ Preservation - Fall of the Bronze (New Iron) lyrics

[Intro:] I had a lot of brushes with the law I was a dedicated member to my gang And I did everything that teenagers do Who are in that environment, at that age [Verse 1:] [Roc Marciano] We came up Cookin' 'caine up Vowed to never get the game up Bust guns, never aim up (uh) My grain is rough My brain is plush Grapes is crushed Blunts laced with angel dust Play the angles Throw slugs in the air like singles A light trinkle The presidential face i might sprinkle You've already seen what the men do Pimp suit gaze mint blue 10K for the choker, let it choke her Control her brain with no MK Ultra Play the Copacabana Fendi bandana Philander Big dog minus the pet dander Cuban link the pet panther From L.A. to New Hampshire Smoking cancer with the enhancer Getting pampered out here in Tampa Florida got the formula We shot callers like Randolph and Mortimer [Verse 2:] [Ka] Here in Gotham "Is there a problem?" pizazz with a nina Got a bone to pick Click, blast at your femur Bear my fair share of lashes in Medina Concrete jungle is a crumble Everywhere gra** is greener Tryna advance my standard'of life in the arena As war pa** more cra**ness in demeanor As a boy, no joy What sense in me smiling Balling, intentionally fouling, events of me wildin' Ahh if not don't mention the silence Nice in the life, smite no empathy violence On the cusp, got to trust in partners in crime But when movin' immorally, loyalty is harder to find Hug the snub, romancing the laser scope No man's an island I'm just tryna stay afloat Better tread, hence [?] end up dead Wet up tryna get a leg up like a pin up spread My inner goal [Song fades out]