My flow's so sick it need a day off
I'm dickin the boss, I won't get laid off
I'm fly as an Indian got my legs crossed
I'm talkin feathers
Engineer check my levels
And I just gas it foot to the petal
I'm just a bastard
If she open better smash it
Don't be surprised if she shake whatcha baggage
Ya'll so garbage they ask what I am and I tell em not average
Uh it's a miracle
I look in the mirror and go "I'm the man I need to be"
Oh it's so spiritual
On the path to reach my dreams
Passin clouds, tuck my thing in the crowds make em' think before they make they move
Knock the king off ya chess board
Make ya lose, take your queen, make her scream, make her squirm, watch her turn a shady 180
Thought ya play me
Now ya lady is my baby and she wanna have my baby but it's bad bitch obey me
If it don't pay me I don't touch it like it's rabies
I throw up the peace like the logo on mercedes
Knew this hoe named mercedes she was boppin like crazy till she popped outta baby
Now she young and she dumb and she don't know what to do
So she leave him with her grandma, move to the next dude
I cannot respect you
Go fly on a wet broom and fall off ya witch
I wish life had a switch and it could go slower
So I could just chill and still get my dough up
They talk and I'm like so what
He not on my level yeah ya boyfriend betta grow up
If you're from the bay then yeah you should know us
These haters are a migraine
These rappers are behind me
For me to be where you're at youd have to rewind me
Remind me, why I'm married to the mic
I'm the light in the night
Uh oh so accurate
Not to mention to get ya girl on the mattress
And I'm smashin this
Even though I'm seeing no cash in this
Eventually I'm tryin to be rich as the bentley
I'm mentally prepared for the worst, prayin' for the best
Whoooo, lemme take a breather real quick
Okay I'm back
I'm in my fresh white beater
If she want me to beat then I just might beat her
Well I guess I could be sweeter
Treat her like a diva
If she ain't fuckin good then I'm a fuckin leave her
I like my pussy bald, bald like a eagle
I like my chips fat big bag of doritos
And when that bag pop they gon' flock like seagulls
Keep faith in god never the next man
Even ya best man who was there for your blessins will fuck your wife and get you arrested
Test it if you want to
Don't say I didn't warn you
Ask why I do it I'm a say I was born to
Anyway, I never sold lemonade
In the 7th grade I was scalpin' tickets at the giants games
Now I am fame
That was out my reach like a flyin plane
Now it's close like jelly on toast
I used to rob folks like somali pirates
Now I feel rich chicks like miley cyrus
I'm ready to shoot like a fighter pilot
After the lou like the lou's before me
Stop listenin to rap cause ya'll rappers is borin
Roach Gigz man 2010
I got this shit