Jay Rock Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #165

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[Verse] Things are still the same for Johnny Hearing the whispers, the bullshit behind me Still in my parking lot where niggas will find me Niggas sayin' they street, never bleed the concrete Acting like the stress never got to Ghandi What if Martin Luther King had him a tommy? Malcolm X said fuck it, hit him a side street Bend him a couple corners and got him a side piece Then sat up in a penthouse something like 5 weeks And feds still tappin' the phone, once again it's on But you don't know about the mission Bettеr keep it neutral or we kill that enginе You procrastinating, you ain't never felt the pressure Throw your shit up, you ever felt 5 pounds of pressure? Nigga I'm a rock Yeah it's hard to express that shit nowadays, gotta get it off my chest Nigga who am I? And where I'm really going with it If I said it I meant it, on God, I probably did it What I really need, is it money, houses or the bitches? Do I need love or hate? Give me the mixture Lately I've been keeping up with my health I'm paranoid, wonder if niggas will throw up - Rather get caught with it than without it then go to jail Than to let a punk ass nigga pop me, send me to hell Gotta get my money right then I'll be out in Calabasas Cheaper down south, build your Malibu out it Dallas or in Tallahassee I heard 300 thousand will get you a mini mansion, I'm just saying, fancy Pocket watchers, sack chasers got me antsy And I know you bitch ass niggas can't stand me, yeah You bitch niggas can't stand me They probably mad 'cause a real nigga won a Grammy And that's on both my grannies and grandpappys I'ma overdo it when I steal a Oscar and a Emmy, nigga What it's about, culture or content? The negative, positive, mix it all with the nonsense The politics, RICOs, you gotta watch it Nothin' by the book when they blow out your conscious Shit different, shit shifting, you better get involved Either or, know the motto, you gotta eat or starve Living fast, dying quick, what we up against? Finger fucking triggers like wet pussy, know we up in this Yeah, scroll the 'gram, you see the daily news Ram shacking stores, we running out with designer shoes Gimme, gimme, we need another stimmy Call Trump 'cause Joe Biden ain't give up one penny Now it's back to the chaos Grams of dope are distributed, trying to find us a way out Getting rich is prohibited depending on how it play out Uncle Sam gon' want half and the haters gon' try to stakeout It's BHESJ, I'm Deebo-ing, steamrolling if you in my way Yeah I knock down doors for niggas, I'm the battle ram Niggas got amnesia now all around the town Guess it's time to wake 'em up I can't sucker up and such, bitch I ain't fake enough One thing I'ma do is count blues Red strings in my shoes, 4-5s in my trues Picture perfect just like the Louvre All I need is a parasail and Hilton to set the mood So don't blow my high showing me bullshit Like fake ass pages and snake niggas you cool with I don't wanna hear about what they got Or what that bitch had, I gotta do my shit and get to the big bag Everyone know Eastside, he from that deuce line Rock been finessing this shit like 2 times Watch him