Home Grown Radio Freestyle

[Jay Rock] Look, yeah Fuck the critics They don't know I spit it for the dub on my fitted I wear it like a pendant Rock's city don-dada Who hotta? Nada L.A. crews, Mufasa Shoutout to old crews, represent the same casa West coast product 2009 They still trippin' off the cest smoke Show me a dime Kill a pussy with my death stroke, every time You best know, my style canal I got the best flow I stay with the pound, so I'm good from the ground up Let me take ya soul, I ain't fuckin' around Nah, blood, cuz, or whatever That get the shut up Like Cheeto puffs Keep bad boy o's that we gon' puff Jay Rock what? Top Dawg run the game let 'em know [Kendrick] Back by popular demands Give it to you fresh out the kitchen Pots, pans, hope my parents riches Spit it like I had denchers Suicidal thoughts, got me feelin' like Sean Kingston Hip-hop with precision We talkin' global Perform global warming, ha All them drops, I dropped a hundred down today Yo' mouth drop, top missin' like a dropped toupee I'm goin' through tracks like Jerome Bett-is So fast you get whiplash or head-ache Bars like Alcatraz, never been felon But I spit it well to all the men in county jails Dwell, on the fact that yo' plummet record sales Make you clumsy with the gat [Ab-Soul] Yo, I'm so far ahead of my time Finna lap my damn self I'm still in the hood, like a fan belt The fan mail comin' in bulk, hop on a bull Every time you wanna see it reminds me of the flow See notes like a treble clef Step to the best and see why these niggas fall short Like I tripped the dwarf from torn from a different cloth Warned by a different boss The art soon will make y'all crumble I'm humble, but still anybody could get it Fuck y'all, this verse is sexually transmitted Never timid, I'm winnin' like I got dibs on it State of mind so large, we could all live on it Start a new community... I remain the winner, on my grizzy Might even hibernate this winter [Jay Rock] And I'm still on some boss shit Like, I don't care how much it cost shit Yeah, nigga, I'm a mack So much pussy on the line, I don't know what the... snatch Yeah, Ab-Soul light a match Got the killa outside Let's smoke ugh, K Dot, Compton city lyricist Don't wack niggas, yeah I know they fearin' this