Controlled Substance

[Intro: Rocko] Controlled substance Why you call it controlled substance? [Verse 1: Rocko] I can't escape it, it's everywhere I'm at Even if I walked away, I'll be running back Hit after hit, I gave away, I drop street albums I can't even call it mixtapes; too much substance Dirty urine, yeah, I touched it Had latex gloves, still I felt the need to be hands on Guarantee I'mma make a profit off whatever I put my hands on Street prophet, I just call it the way I see it You saw it, I still see it Big difference, ain't it? Shine harder than the biggest star in the sky Yeah, the Big Dipper, baby Big tipper, baby, I ain't pay for it I'm just paying for you to get the fuck on Born lyricist, just true enough to do that shit While you listening to my poems I'm a poet; specialize in poetry My voice emotional, make 'em say yes; flowetry Rocko raw; he put the capital R in remix Burke shirt, hat Hermès, pants P-R-P-S Diamonds all V-V-S, shoes V-E-R-S-A-C-E Giovanni, really getting money Create revenue streams in my dream Rewrite the business model In my banwagon, E-Sixty-Three, Benz model V-H-1 on my line heavy I told them I'm ready, to be on TV I said, let's get it; first let's talk logistics Logistically speaking I was just thinking how a young nigga can have such an old soul Probably all that old gold Posted by that pole; knuckles froze cold Stuck to the plan; now all I rock is Rose gold Forty-one millimeter president, you're talkin' the Roll Hop up out the Rolls, give your bitch a rose Lookin' like I'm all alone But I got more guns than Roses got More disciples than Moses got They live through me, they love me, they need me They see I'm the same way they perceive me, they believe me Coulda gave you that watered down, but I don't fuck around I'm authentic, I'm ambitious Look for a fillet, and tryin' stick my fork in it I'm in Miami, Florida, with my New York fitted Concrete jungle mentality Yeah, nigga, ain't no comin' after me Duckin' parasites, I'm para-sailing in the sky Cold heart cover my eyes You can't see me, I'm in my disguise I'm invisible, I'm invincible I've been shot at, I've been ran over Street cats still land on their feet first Born and breached birth Probably why I ain't jump out the Porsche I lead in the streets, provided while Probably why I'm a beast on the beat It don't matter; I don't even care, just free my nigga Bear Lord, bless me with a DeLorean I wanna be a historian Travel back in time, like Doc and Michael J. Fox So I can free my nigga Jay Rock Swear I could do that shit Reunite with my constituents We built a solid foundation Can I make a wish? Sister go to school for Cosmetology Told her switch to Criminology She got a free ride to get my niggas out That tan sand got me with a sick pen My shit drippin' I know y'all don't need this much substance I'm in this bitch trippin.. [Outro: Rocko] My bad I just felt like rhyming, you know what I'm saying? Lot of people didn't know I could rhyme, know what I mean? You think it's all swagger, and charisma, and flavor You know what I'm saying? Yeah, it's A-One sauced up all day, you know But it's bigger than that shit You know what I mean? I feel like Moses sometimes You know what I'm saying? Lot of people live through me You know what I'm sayin'? But if you listening I feel like it should be against the law to be this raw That's why I call this controlled substance..