ROACH GIGZ - FA Chorus lyrics

rate me

Man, fuck that chorus shit

I'm in New York on my tourist shit

They want to meet me top floor and shit

'Bout to be on TV like that Dora chick

Sometimes I reminisce about how the morn' got missed

Then I pop a cork and pour 'til I piss

With four or more chicks

That's bored of your dick

Now that's a great mix

8 chicks, and greatness

It's kinda funny how time is money

And ain't been late since

If you owe me call me surge

Make your payments

My fragrance

Makes sense when you see my eyes

And you don't need a club to see my drive

You gotta be a hustler

Or else they won't fuck with ya

The world is your customer

Serve them what you're best at

I'm from the Bay like Dre where the crest at?

I gotta fly to see my mom's

Did you catch that?

My mom's is the best dad, focus on you

So hopefully when you see me you won't get mad

Jetlag, I don't got it

I'm getting lit with the pilot in the cockpit

You know I'm fucking playin'

About that fucking plane

I ain't trynna die because the pilot's high

I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit

I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit

Don't always break them, but I always got the rules bent

Tell me how to do it, when I'm a lover not a fighter

And I started real young, had a rubber in my diaper

My wife really got other girls trying to wife her

I feel like a Mormon

And when I get rich I'm going to have midget doormen

Don't make me feel important

It's a hard knock life, ask Jay-Z

Or Annie the orphan, don't make me bring out the Italian

Start extorting, park your Porsche and take your keys

Because if these kids were like we were

Then your fucking kush is going to be gone for sure

I caught them slipping at the gas station

All they saw, was the car's big ass shake

And after that we were half baked, like Dave Chapelle

We were raised in hell

How'd I turn so bad? I was raised so well

No paper trail

I didn't write this down, I'm an Adidas man

No Nike town, my eyes are brown

I'm really 5'7 but I say I'm 5'8

Now you can vibrate and go fuck yourself

And all these other boxers better tighten their belts

It's Roachy Balboa bitch, Roachy Balboa

I'm not a villain, but I gotta kill them

These other rappers are really not appealing

Somebody gotta tell them

I'mma lay back, in a Giants or A's hat

Always rep where I'm paged at

A Bay beast, ain't nothing going to change that

Or rearrange that

My brain where the flame at

And you can't buy the same cap, you gonna get chain snatched

Where my pain pills?

I really couldn't tell you how being the same feels

Or wood grain feels

But I will when I get my deal, you can trust that

Fuck with it, or get the fuck back