Can I Rap

My flow's so sick it need a day off I'm dicking the boss, I won't get laid off I'm fly as an Indian got my legs crossed I'm talking feathers Whatever Engineer check my levels And I just gas it foot to the pedal I'm just a bastard If she open better smash it Don't be surprised if she shake witcha baggage? Y'all so garbage they ask what I am and I tell 'em not average Uh it's a miracle I look in the mirror and go "I'm the man I need to be" Oh it's so spiritual On the path to reach my dreams Passing clouds, tuck my thing in the crowds make 'em think before they make they move Knock the king off ya chess board Make ya lose, take your queen, make her scream, make her squirm, watch her turn, it's shady with 80 Thought ya pay me Now ya lady is my baby and she wanna have my baby but it's bad bitch so pay me If it don't pay me I don't touch it like it's rabies I throw up the peace like the logo on Mercedes Knew this ho named Mercedes she was boppin' like crazy till she popped outta baby Now she young and she dumb and she don't know what to do So she leave him with her grandma and move to the next dude I cannot respect you Go fly on a wet broom and fall off ya witch I wish life had a switch and it could go slower So I could just chill and still get my dough up They talk and I'm like so what He not on my level yeah your boyfriend better grow up If you're from the bay then yeah you should know us These haters are a migraine These rappers are behind me For me to be where you're at you'd have to rewind me Remind me why I'm married to the mob I'm the light in the night Uh oh so accurate Passionate Not to mention I get ya girl on the mattress And I'm smashing this Even though I'm seeing no cash in this Eventually I'm trying to be rich as the [?] I'm mentally prepared for the worst but praying for the best Yes Whoooo, lemme take a breather real quick Okay I'm back I'm in my fresh white beater If she want me to beat then I just might beat her Well I guess I could be sweeter Treat her like a diva If she ain't fucking good then I'm a fucking leave her I like my pussy bald, bald like a eagle I like my chips fat big bag of Doritos And when that bag pop they gonna flock like seagulls Keep faith in god never the next man Even ya best man who was there for your blessings will fuck your wife and get you arrested Test it if you want to Don't say I didn't warn you Ask why I do it I'm a say I was born to Anyway I never sold lemonade In the 7th grade I was copping tickets at the Giants games Now I am fame That was out my reach like a flying plane Now it's close like jelly on toast I used to rob folks like Somali pirates Now I'm be on rich chicks like miley cyrus I'm ready to shoot like a fighter pilot After the loot like the loot's before me Stop listening to rap cause ya'll rappers is boring Roach Gigz 2010 I got this shit