No GhostWriter | Tay Roc Freestyle

Rap don't work, I hit the plug like, "Gimme the usual"
I don't bitch, I don't look for sympathy or approval
'Round here, your past revoke, you gon' need a renewal
If you ain't keeping it neutral then we'll remove you
I trapped out of a fiend house, believe it was brutal
I cooked crack on the same pot she used to heat up the noodles
Your bitch love me, she don't give the D a refusal
I'll be stabbing your doll like i'm believing in voodoo
Nigga, try and play with I the homicide raider eyes
Violatin' we who you get violated by
I need the prototype, Mercedes who it created by
The headlights on the whip lookin' like dilated eyes
Better take your time if you tryna take your mind
Throw you off a project building skyscraper high
The work still wet, why it's dry they can buy
I ain't learn from my grandma how to bake a pie
Nigga, they can die this Cave shit state to state
I can get you touched in your city if they relate
Hop out and get the right person that they don't make mistakes
Bring the smoke to your front porch, let's wake n' bake
Sendin' shots, first one is a warnin'
Bullet'll enter and exit outta something important
Sendin' goons runnin' up on em', one in the mornin'
We gon' leave of of em' dead and one of em' mournin'
We don't fuck with informants, you ain't never been duckin' the warrents
Or skip town on the run from enforcement
Pussy, your vision must be distorted, these niggas ain't tryna drain me of my energy, they wanna absorb it
Cops raided my trap house and fucking destroyed it, half pound got stuck when I try flushin' the toilet
Anything I wanted they know I was hustlin' for it, hand in hands with dimes of crack like fuck unemployment
Was nationwide now it's different countries i'm tourin'
They don't give a fuck if I ain't the one that's performin'
Niggas in the hood mad I was in London before em'
But couldn't go pound for pound if you money was foreign
Fuck you mean, my youngin' make a fuckin' scene
With a submachine scope on top like a submarine
Cave over everything, fuck your team, i'll give you lead homie then roll up your dead homie in Russian Cream
Meetings at the Cave, dinner tables I say the grace for ya'
Roc Pablo Picasso, see the pictures I paint for ya'?
From where the lazy get lazier, I'm stayin' away from ya', the shady get shadier niggas'll switch up and trade on ya'
They cutthroat, i'm the type to get the wait for ya'
Send some niggas to came wait on ya' and take the weight from ya'
My Muslim take the Heckler and bang at ya', he just pray before he die he get to see the Mecca in Saudi Arabia
Fiends limpin' lookin' like Mankind when they came to ya'
Cause' I sold the rock (The Rock) and 'caine (Kane) to ya', Wrestlemania
Diamonds stone cold (Stone Cold) the shit was made from a glacier
Hip-hop fish n' chicken, whenever i'm out, [?]
Don't make me let the bats fly, nigga Dracula crazier
Castle out in Transylvania, Central Romania
Buck 50, let the blood drain from ya', 'cause it's tastier
Put the blade in ya', twist it breakin' your trachea
I bring the pain in ya', aim it nigga I ain't grazin' ya'
Bullet in the brain in ya', crack your macadamia
Put you in the wheelchair like Professor Xavier, fuck around with the Cave and ain't nobody savin' ya'
Maryland's underground king, I got em' all shooken, when I be in East New York, I be the vampire out in Brooklyn
And my city fiends, abandoned houses it's tryflin' lookin', run your mouth out here, fuck your chain, your life'll get tooken
They watched me starve, they was hopin' I'd die, I just wouldn't, now Roc overcharge on the price every time that they book him
I didn't know what to do with the white I was cookin', fucked up cookin' crack it looked like rice and some puddin'