Jay Rock Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #165

[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