Lose Control feat. Roach Gigz

VERSE 1 I come through, hair bangin’ Lookin’ like a rock star, used to open up locked cars Seen a few cop cars, most I got was a dropped charge Now I’m outer space balling boy, I bought Mars Whip dipped like a chicken nugget Never fake like the egg on a McMuffin I hate hoes but my dick love ‘em Try to show em the right way like a big cousin I’m a young Rocky, when he beat the Russian Balboa, drink until the bout over I do drugs I don’t do soda, I do drugs I don’t do soda! Fuck a drunk bitch, you hold her The world on my shoulders got to meet my quota Since I was a kid with a fruit roll­up I been about money and I’m fuckin’ rollin’ [Chorus] I been about money and I’m fuckin’ rollin’ (x4) Hey homie, you can’t control me (x3) Lose Control Verse 2 I’m the type to light a Jesus candle Thank God, take a knee, hit the beach in sandals You drive slow, don’t believe in handles And I bend corners like thieves and vandals In a Buick yeah I do it like it’s ‘06 Leather couch watch an old flick Half Baked, Shottas, or some shit You better than me , bad assumption Camo jacket I got from Goodwill Hawaiian Vans got me lookin like a mil To the labels I’m looking like a deal To the ladies I’m looking like a big check I could smell a groupie like pit sweat I’m from the Bay, do you really want to get wet? Then empty your pockets give me all your profits Where I’m from this is done it is not an option And it’s the real me it is not a costume You could feel me or file a lawsuit Trill TV what I’m fuckin’ watching And I’m not fuckin’ high, I’m fuckin’ awesome! I read it on a shirt somewhere, until I’m in the dirt somewhere I’m living like I don’t, personally care Give me a ‘hey’ and a couple ‘oh yeahs’ (Oh yeah!) I'm not fuckin' high, I'm fuckin awesome (x4) Hey homie, you can't control me (x3) Lose Control