Rocky LeDale - How Lyrics

Flew to LA for the breeze
Never stress, know I'm blessed, I ain't gotta sneeze
Prolly got a couple thousand in some $50 jeans
Ain't gotta dress to impress, f*ck any hoe I please

Never need ID
That's just how it be
Tell 'em waive the fee, 4 racks on my teeth
I know you niggas know, when I talk, it ain't cheap
I don't do shit for show, they gon' see it when they see

Tell these niggas it ain't beef
When I see 'em, they a speak
They tuff on the internet, they gangstas on the beat
They respect a nigga intellect, don't try me, it ain't sweet
The hating never been a threat, look what I achieved

Baby you ain't f*cking on the man if he ain't me
He ain't running them bands, putting on his mans like me
Blowing money fast, yeah they treat me just like Meech
On the block like Embiid
Told the plug, to increase

Cash the only focus
I laugh at they motive
Bussing down a pound, told my bitch to serve the overs
Told her, hold me down I might just buy a closure
Too much drip you might drown, they on my wave like an ocean

F*ck the judge and the verdict
I know these niggas working
I know ya mans NOT you, so I can't serve ya
Top 2 but I'm 1, tell me who deserve it
Rocky keep the top spot, he ain't even gotta reserve it

Said I'm the man of her dreams, told that bitch to wake up
Pulling on her tracks, bussing on her makeup
Hate the bitch guts, other day we made love
30 minutes of my time, figure it ain't much
I don't kick it wit' the weirdos, nigga I ain't trynna punt
Nigga stupid loud, smoked his ass like a blunt
2 things fasho, I only say shit once
So it ain't 'bout no paper my nigga, it ain't nun

Said the sex amazing baby
Got a old lady crazy
Got a cougar, ride dick like an old Mercedes
Spit crack, yeah I'm dope, I'm not a 80's baby
I take 'em back like wave caps and Dayton's baby

Yellow gold on me
Roll 10-4's homie
Drop a load, 5 pack, get 'em sold homie
At the laundromat, the only time I fold homie
Is you gon' buy the pack, if not, get gone homie

I tell my story like it is, I don't really want the glory
Went to college for a year, found out it wasn't really for me
Selling pills to my peers, I got 10 for the 40
The streets gon' kill, I put 30 in my 40

Wasn't no option, yeah
What's the odd to win?
I got that glizzy wit' me, I heard it's opps in here
I don't sell birds but the bitches flockin' yeah
Niggas hear my sound then they get to jockin' it

I was f*cking nigga's bitches 'fore I was popping yeah
And imma still handle business, ain't shit stopping this
What you doing lil nigga, f*ck what yo daddy did
I speak fluent, I talk that cash shit

Niggas ain't got drive, that's a Cavalier
Niggas outdated, they sound like last year
Pretty bitch, pussy stank, go get a pap smear
Yeah that hoe thought, you not gon' crash here