Squeeze

Album cover art for "Squeeze" by Roc Marciano & Ka & Guilty Simpson

Roc Marciano & Ka & Guilty Simpson - Rap, Boom Bap

Squeeze

2 Plays

Duration: 3:17

Lyrics

[Intro] Now tell your fuckin goons sit the fuck down Before we start squeezin in this bitch You don't want these innocent people getting hurt [Verse 1: Ka] This heat resistant glass ain't for coffee The quick snort is import, it's more costly Moms praised me as a calm baby, streets morphed me The block wasn't sweet – acidic, bitter and salty Legitimate frigid, never figured trigger'd defrost me Livin' was tight, my vision was lofty This nigga read poetry, bear witness like Notary Rarely say my name, but niggas know it's me At night browsin', they price gougin', got the lowest fee No sleep, go deep 'til I emerge a floater And I've survived tides with more birds than Noah Gotta ride new steel to stay fed I don't hide, too real to play dead Savage hour, get devoured, they spray lead Bags of flour, can't cower and make bread (Nah) Tough muscles withstand the heat in the kitchen Must have quick hands if you plan to keep siftin' From never ran, but a grand, I'd chase that On a curb, servin', hot plates, no placemat 4's and 5's, there's forks and knives Cut the cake, soon as the frosting dries Dish it out, leave it; dissin', I'm squeezin' These beats the packages of the gift that I'm breathin' [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] Uh, I'm victorious, the only L's I take, get gutted (Whut) You cats ballin' on a budget Pinchin' pennies, black label Henny on ice Scars and strife, neighborhood stars and stripes It's no TMZ, it's just elite MC's Big dogs, known to bark and bite, raw Paint pictures with words, pull guns and draw Yeah, I'm livin' out my artist life Chief from a fronto leaf I smoke good in the hood like I blew a gasket Still I'm mobile enough to creep on your truck (Ugh) And let it buck on your crew in traffic – karma Lettin' off hate I harbor; the barber I line 'em up and cut parts for torture I'm black hearted, I'm not your typical, I'll leave you in critical I'm not your everyday rap artist [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] I burst two shots, birds emerge from the rooftops I serve from the soup pot Uh, blew pot, my niggas shoot cops (Cops) Move loose rocks in blue tops Hit the blocks, I'm like Lennox, your lyrics are xeroxed I'm rare like a millionaire's tear drops I got soul like the Four Tops, ya popped in the buttocks With buckshots, face shots, call it Botox The castle walls too high to throw rocks I'm in the Bimmer gettin' slow top Live in the fast lane, I clipped the spliff in the ashtray Gats to spray, splash the grey cabriolet Dance on the pack, Cab Calloway Carjack ya Caddy like it's valet, with grace like the ballet You half-way, my mask made of African clay Snag your lass off a glass of Alizé Long barrel, ride the white horse, no saddle Skedaddle from L.I. to Seattle (Giddy up) Black apparel, the engine in the 5 rattle The mask is bedazzled (Ugh) Bally sneaker nigga, ya freaks in-between sheets quiver Keep tricks like the flea flicker I'm a street nigga, nigga (Ugh)

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Credits

Writers
  • Roc Marciano
  • Guilty Simpson
  • Ka
  • Metal Clergy