Letra de Can I Rap

My flow's so sick it need a day off
I'm dicking the boss, I won't get laid off
I'm fly as an Indian got my legs crossed
I'm talking feathers
Whatever
Engineer check my levels
And I just gas it foot to the pedal
I'm just a bastard
If she open better smash it
Don't be surprised if she shake witcha baggage?
Y'all 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
Passing 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, it's shady with 80
Thought ya pay me
Now ya lady is my baby and she wanna have my baby but it's bad bitch so pay 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 ho 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 and 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 your boyfriend better 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 you'd have to rewind me
Remind me why I'm married to the mob
I'm the light in the night
Uh oh so accurate
Passionate
Not to mention I get ya girl on the mattress
And I'm smashing this
Even though I'm seeing no cash in this
Eventually I'm trying to be rich as the [?]
I'm mentally prepared for the worst but praying for the best
Yes
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 fucking good then I'm a fucking 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 gonna flock like seagulls
Keep faith in god never the next man
Even ya best man who was there for your blessings 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 copping tickets at the Giants games
Now I am fame
That was out my reach like a flying plane
Now it's close like jelly on toast
I used to rob folks like Somali pirates
Now I'm be on rich chicks like miley cyrus
I'm ready to shoot like a fighter pilot
After the loot like the loot's before me
Stop listening to rap cause ya'll rappers is boring
Roach Gigz 2010
I got this shit