Roachblunt

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Not tryna be a hen, up in a chicken coop
I gotta spit these rhymes so cold and sick you need some chicken soup
Just play the beat on loop, chillin with me and the troop
I bring the heat to you, ballin like I'm shootin hoops
Knowin I could never stoop to your level
I'm floatin in the clouds, eyes redder than the devil
Playin games with the treble, you could call it baseball
And I'm tryna take off like a fucking race car
Face all, the joints I rolled, while chasin for the gold
Raps a game of cards, I'll play em' right and never fold
If my soul was worth a thing, it would already be sold
I just want to smoke a bowl and let the THC take hold
You think your bold, well I ain't makin coffee
Im'a make it you can't stop me, cause I'm goin hard like toffee
Trippin off the shit I'm dropping, think I'll end up in a coffin
And I'm tryna fuckin blow like what happened up in Boston
Ain't from Compton, but I aim to keep it real, and my sights not on a
Deal, tryna spit the shit they feel until my scars heal
You know we always burn it up just like them car wheels
On the track I'm droppin bombs, it's like a war field
I spit that other shit, like tryna get my mother rich
Oh wait she already is, but if I make it she'll make mills
Hope I don't worry bout the bills like Hillary
I just want to chill, but got no time to kill, it's killin me
I'm finna kill these beats, but then how will I make my songs
Guess I gotta dig some graves just so I can right my wrongs

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yungin
Member since September 16 2014

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