Roach Hawk (feat. Laxx P) [Prod. 4th-I Riddle C] Video (MV)

Naw I can't pick up, pick up, after every session I'ma get um, get um ugh
Kno' these hoes brittle, brittle, charcoal make a nigga hiccup, quiver, shiver say
Smell it on my fangers, shiiid
I got too much talent for this dawg
Take a hit from the cannon my words go criss-cross, was a Riddle C & now this shuttle on lift off, I'm pissed off
Line ringing, they can't pick up, pick up, AGGRO got a nigga with the jitters, jitters ugh
I be damned if we fin' fizzle, fizzle, f*ck I look like Jordan on the Wizards, Wizards huh
I just need my fix up, fix up, aftertaste be havin' my tongue bitter, bitter
Red eyes better off to see you bitches, bitches, might just say a prayer for my lungs and liver
I'ma muhf*ckin'

Roach Hawk
I'ma muhf*ckin Roach Hawk
Roch Hawk
I'ma muhf*ckin Roach Hawk
Roach Hawk
I'ma muhf*ckin Roach Hawk

I been out my mental, I swear to God that I lost it
But it never keep me down, I'm Ray Allen off in the pocket
And Sallie Mae all in my pockets and all this got me exhausted
Like muthaf*ck this class I been dreamin' about a mosh pit
Life on my ass the grass keep me so calm, lit a fire through my past I blast off like Neutron did
Niggas lookin' mad when I pass, no love lost though
I would rather hit up the plug, like what it cost yo
I would rather smoke with my girl, y'all niggas talk much
Feel like niggas sleepin' and clearly fresh off the short bus
All I need palm tree & tree keep me away from coldness shit
And I'm kosher and you know this nigga