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 with your 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 your chessboard

Make you lose, take your queen

Make her scream, make her squirm

Watch her turn a shady one-eighty

Thought you'd play me, now your lady is my baby

And she wanna have my baby

But it's bad bitch all day 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 bopping 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, you 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 money

I'm the light in the night

Oh, oh, so accurate, passionate

Not to mention I get you 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 a Bentley

I'm mentally prepared for the worst, praying for the best, yes

Whoo, let me 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 the bag pop they gonna flock like seagulls

Keep faith in God never the next man

Even your best man who was there for you 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'ma say I was born to

Anyway I never sold lemonade

In the 7th grade I was scalping tickets at the Giants game

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 feel 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 y'all rappers is boring

Roach Gigz, man, 2010, I got this shit