Rogers Freestyle E

Yeah, I'm just tryna thug it today. What you feelin' like? I ain't somewhere playin' With money, it ain't feelin' right. I'm forever talk of the town, better get it Right. Look here, bitch, this here me and Rogers, This shit ain't your type. Ridin' 'round town, Got a fifth somewhere fallin' back. I done got the top, let it go, he Ain't comin' back. Somethin' in the trunk, tryna Beat a nigga chest away. Pull up on gorillas, let 'em swing, worse aggressive Way. Fuck them niggas hatin' for, please don't make Me get this stick. Slab, I'm in, gon' play Recliner, he let down the bumper, kick. Nigga, this the H, you ain't shit if you Ain't slowin' down. I'ma treat a jacker like he Overheated, blow him down. Nigga should've been a fan, out the mud talkin' Sand. In the air, let him catch it, I'ma Punch him where stand. I'm just goin' off the dome, neck and wrist Cost you home. Screw and Hawk, that's my dawg, R. I. P., made the song. All wins, no L, bitches on my coattail. I was in the hotel, on the run, no Bail. Bag it up, no scale, I was stamped, No mail. Heard a couple fans don't like me No more, oh well. Feel like I ain't got a house, every day I'm outside. Nick refresh the diamonds in my grill, Got my mouth wide. Why they talkin'? I don't give a damn, guess I got pride. On these suckers' asses every day, I am not Tired. Who that out here talkin' like the truth Don't rep the screwed up clique? Tell them niggas, "Suck my dick," niggas broke, need A fix. Every day I make a movie, tell The nigga, "Shoot the flick." Yellow panda keep the camera, let us pose, I'm the shit. I was Deuce out the booth, Thinkin' 'bout mafio. If you got a problem with it, tell them, "Who gon' stop me though?" I'm gon' rep my Team forever, nigga, bitches still the west. R. I. P. my brother Cliff, ABN, We still the best. Slide like I was three-two, I was somewhere Swangin'. Drop the back, pop the trunk, Gang how I'm bangin'. Used to ride to gray tape, the shit then Went to CD. I done left from Ray Charles, Niggas can't see me. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I swear, nigga, off the dome with it. I'm just in that motion right now. Know what I'm sayin'? H-Town, what up? Need to make sure your trunk on to this. Oh, this shit ain't over. It's a few niggas that got that shit to Town, uh. I break off the parkin' lot, kicks and wide Wheels pokin' out the parkin' spot. Don't ask what's in my cup, just know it's A off a lot. And I grew up watchin' Ray, that's why the 'lac the hardest thing. Posted at the store, keep some motion on the Phone. Brought a nine to the corner and I'm Posted 'til it's gone. Hit the block stretchin', I'ma flip my pack. Straight drop eighteen of the half, I'ma Ziploc that. Can't miss me in the city, Big Tony be Everywhere. Connected in the trenches from the Tree To Westcliff Square. And when the money call, You know I'ma go and get it. The 5950, big H's on my fitted. The Glen in the trunk when the bitch start To lift up. Tape still playin', still draped out And dripped up. Call correct if I feel you Tryna play me. Fuck around, get slapped with the .50 AE.