Rockie Fresh - SomewhereInAmerica Freestyle lyrics

We really just doing this sh** To piss you n***as off even more (Hope that tells you somethin') [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Look, it's that towel under the Door rap Finding notices on the floor mats Five hundred dollar smoking fines Can't let'em blow my high Cause I really can't afford that Versatility's what we get for n***a Check my Wiki n***a I'm jiggy n***a And I've been eating good for a minute They just startin to get it I stay hungry like Twista's sister We never knowin what tomorrow Holds So I'm just in Toronto Wit Toronto hoes Ridin' with the city's Obama We Maybach reclinin' My thoughts is I need higher goals (Money) And really I got a new agenda I heat it up, you n***as just A warm December I'm leaving dust like Olympian track runners Put up mad numbers, you n***as Missing like bad jumpers I'm in America, with American b**hes On Italian leather so n***a Watch where you sittin' Notice sh**, Reminiscin' of all the sh** that you Grew up in Wishin you call up on me when you Needed a hit and sh** I'm busting at bustin made, f**in lames Roll wit some Rio Alto n***as Steady screamin, "f** a flame!" I-E to the A n***a, my team finna win n***a Ridley wit a Benz in it You n***as is f**in' gay! Pause And there's no offense to those, but I got more haters Than I got hoes...JK I just lied on that line before You know these ladies treat me like a bicycle, ride out [Hook: Hit-Boy] And I'm just smashing on the Critics with a vengeance, f** the feelings and opinions n***as talk Before they listen That's the picture, that's that intentional cynical f** n***as, get off my genitals Before I come back and let it loose I'm over the top and I'm ready to Shoot (Look...I gotta let that sh** breath one time) (That n***a Rockie checkin' in) (Yeah, we gotta get to that special part of the beat You know when that sh** drop) [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] I just wish that I could've Appeared on Entourage Smoked out on Oprah couch Chillin' wit my moms I'm blowing out those So everything I do is bomb And every time I cruise I turn a fool Into a peep in time Jerry Sandusky wouldn't feel these boys Probably cause his p**y weak You see it every time you meet Its lights, camera, action Anytime that Rockie speak Day I ask and them boys lost like Mr.Cheech And me I stay a-bove par, sh** I done got so high I hit my head on Mars And this b**h say her man not A fan of stars He said my sh** be weak I got candy bars But her fingers still stay on my Dick Be Twix She started workin' and fell in love with the Kick Its cat eyes everytime she gotta look at the shine Pay day, when I'm finished I get back to my grind I got a beautiful mind Its always racin' And I'm about to take another lap Stating real facts Like a motherf**ing Snapples cap Got the juice, two pockets back Purify, it is intact Keep it true, may goto Fiji Let the homies scale the map And I'm stumbling on honeys While I'm sipping liquor I get paid to ride kicks Now ain't that a kicker I got these names writing paragraphs in the pictures Alot of rappers sensitive, so I dont f** wit n***as Uh, but if you real I got a blunt on me Uh, and I'mma pa** it if you want Uh, cause somewhere in America Uh, Amanda Bynes is still smokin'