Dave Free - Black Rob (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Jay Rock] It's Jay Rock, born in the heart of [?] this spittin' And my bars hit harder than car collisions My hands still hurt from all that pitchin I'm still b**hing for your dough, like Robin Givens The Lebron of ours, so I was built for balling You lazy a** n***as y'all was built for stalling I'm still standing tall you can't knock me down I ain't got a lot of weight but I'm packing pounds, get it? (My name's Jay Rock I'm the man in the streets If you need that work come holla at me) Give me some green and give me some white It's hard times so a n***a might double the price I'm starving, got damn pockets to feed On the mic spitting flows 800 degrees I'm a hustler, n***a, yes I love the grind Call me Busta, n***a, yes I love to rhyme Yeah my hand never shaking when I'm holding a nine Clutch game crazy, like Bird in his prime, n***a (In these streets gotta carry your clips If not your a dead a** son of a b**h) I'm holding more K's than the Ku Klux Klan You want a head up, you don't wanna see my hands, n***a Got a jab like Judah that's no lie Let four fly, all black blowflies I'm from the projects don't get it twisted Talking sideways you gon come up missing Laid back in the truck, rolling up a Swisher Dot in the back, tea bagged me a sister (Yeah I'm from Watts and I rep the bricks If you run your lip, we gon bust your sh**) You could catch Jay Rock on some gangsta sh** On the block with a chain and a [?] to spit In the hood with some good [?] pound of twigs Rifles, plenty rounds got box of clips I'm a project n***a I'll box ya [?] I'm like pills in the club, I'll pop ya quick Yeah that rhyme so sick I spit toxic sh** Yeah that flow so golden like a bottle of piss (It's T-O-P D-A-W-G It's the new West Coast and we run these streets) There's no more drive-bys n***as do walk-ups Spark stuff, leavin' bodies all chopped up I got nines and a couple of Macs That'll split a couple of heads and push sh** back I'm from the land where they push that crack On Compton Ave., all the hoes yeah they sell that ash You got money go and show your stash But don't show your a** Cause these k**ers they'll show no blast, n***a