Tay Roc Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #026

[Verse 1]
Always working, sittin' chillin' won't get a million
We got extensions on the pistol, the clip Brazalian
You might know me from URL, we in the building
I'm that Maryland n*gga Smack called for the killing
n*ggas know i'm hot, for them I couldn't say the same
I'm smoking on Khalifa kush out of paper planes
Try and take the chain, get a Buck 50, that's Major Payne
I make a razor appear from my mouth like David Blaine
n*ggas get their mommas cut for tryna stunt
You want a fade, the blade give you any design you want
Think Roc a chump till I pop the trunk I got the pump
Come to your crib, run n*ggas out like im Donald Trump
I'm never gonna lose, thought I would never shine
Now i'm here Flex making up echelon moves
I rock Designer when the weather all cool
Them Giuseppe's got gold buckles like Leprachaun shoes
n*ggas ain't gotta feel me, b*tches ain't gotta love me
All I need is my blunt, my hammer, and God above me
When you at the bottom broke as a joke, it's not as funny
I'm just tryna turn this flow I got into a lot of money
Let me in the industry, it's gonna be a f*cking problem
I'm snatching n*ggas rollies off em' when I come across em'
I come through with the Cave, we the 300 spartan
And I just put a lens on the Tommy, shout out to Martin
Ain't nothing new, i've been this awesome since kindergarten
Get involved in my business, get planted in the garden
If n*ggas starving, then we get the robbin
Looking for whoever got beef with the sticks, we shish kebabin'
You know i'm sick, get the sudafeds
Xannies and percs on deck for whoever do the meds
Rudolph the reigns, dear Santa, the coup is red
n*ggas run through the bread
My belt buckle left a Medusa head
n*gga, I make it ring from the finger like newlyweds
Quick the draw, get you outlined, what I do it lead
pus*y you hard of hearing till you is dead
Words in one ear, then out the other till a bullet go through you head
Hear me now?
I'm not your folks, I will pop the toast
Shots'll go through your Rolls Royce wraith
You coming out a ghost
Think it's funny till you die laughing, think Roc a joke
Keep your chopper close
Catch you slippin', that's vamanos
Adios, 1800 ain't a block a pose
Youngins are starving and killing you, whoever got the most
I was a wild younging too, without a drop of hope
One time I made 1500 off a block of soap

[Verse 2]
Straight from the jump, c*cksuckers can not run us
Can not son us, Roc one of the top gunners
Where i'm from, it'd be cold winters and hot summers
Two things I don't trust: b*tches and block numbers
Cave all black, we don't color bang nothin'
n*ggas ain't weight hustlin', you n*ggas straight bluffin'
Left the track for two years cuz I caught a case buggin'
Now i'm back, the temptation was worse than Dave Ruffin
Itching to get back in the kitchen an shave onions
n*ggas ain't eating with us, then n*ggas gonna hate, f*ck em'
I be outta state thuggin, doing what I wanna
I don't do it cuz I gotta, I do it cuz i'm gonna
n*gga i'm from a strip, if you slipping you just a goner
Them n*ggas getting pinched and snitching straight to your honor
You want a brick? The sh*t gonna cost you a Charger
You want a half a brick? The sh*t gonna cost you a Honda
You want a quarter brick? The sh*t gonna cost an Elantra
We get rid of bricks like an auction, what's your offer?
We all are G's, gangsters don't die they get chubby
Then move out the Cartagena
Where they pack Cuban cigars with rifa
Run up on me, i'm letting off a nina
You sweet as a margarita
Pull up on a n*gga and spark the heater
He ain't have time to park his beamer
Left bullet holes in the parking meter
You all is divas, I sh*t on all the nonbelievers
Off the purple and molly, feel like I've gone to Venus
Team haters, I don't deal with no cheapscapers
Catch me in the Charger looking like Speed Racer
n*gga 10 years ago, I was a dream chaser
I done seen paper, i'm no longer a teenager
I used to hustle next door to the fiend neighbors
Gave him a tesla, he was still high a week later
Industry n*ggas phony, and I ain't seen faker
You cross Roc, we gonna crucify you and cremate ya
Tie you up and hit your face with a cheese grater
Cuz you look like the type of n*gga to do police favors
Cops kicked the door looking for the peas though
Had me in the court room smelling like weed smoke
I used to know this rich junky that need coke
He sniffed it in front of me, and rolled u C-notes
He copped the ounce and put it in his burburry peacoat
He pushed the white Lex till his license got revoked
I ain't seen him in a minute, n*gga a real addict
If you see him, give him my number, tell him we still at it
I'm tyna turn a half a kilo to a nine square
Just in case you ask me where I see myself in five years
I gotta do this for all my n*ggas that's not here
Mama see her baby boy eating without the high chair
If we ain't have it, we ain't stressing we made it fast
We was taking n*ggas off of everything they had
The whip clean, if they pull me over, I make a mad
Once they get the package, I take the bus or I take the cab
OGs told me chill or I couldn't play the Ab
Had to wisen up I was cutthroat making cash
I was taking n*ggas cells with the fakest badge
Burnt fiends with so much soap, they could take a bath
n*ggas make me laugh, ya'll crazy ass
I don't give a f*ck what you sold, that sh*t is trash