Paroles de ' JJ Flash (feat. The Alchemist) ' par Roc Marciano

I try to look away
But I'm starin' out the side of my eye (Niggas can't fuck with me, uh)
And that ain't just me talkin', either, let's go

Just imagine if
If I didn't have this gift I'd probably be wrapping bricks
I'd actually have to go back and pimp (Damn)
No more knocking rappers over like bowling pins (Uh)
I ball the ho up, playing over the rim
Money rolling in can't even fold the shit (Lord have mercy)
If I show you blicks, then it ain't showmanship (Let it blast, nigga)
Bipolar with the stick, Rover with no tint
We look like some goldfish, but the homie don't even swim (I don't even swim though)
Might send you home soggy with your clothes all sloppy (All sloppy)
Body drop you in the swamp, my goggles got foggy
Niggas thought they had a plot to try and outsmart me like West Indian Archie
But even my arch-enemies know if they cross me, it'll be costly
Hop in the Mercedes and shake 'em off me
G Wagon Brabus with the run flats
Spun on 'em, got blood on the mud flaps
I had to give the truck a bubble bath
No brush or scrub was done in the past
Got smudges on the glass
Rubber gloves come in the pack
The drama we once had, it wasn't patched
Keep a spare in the trunk for that with the Jack
Lift you up a tad (Ooh)
I brung the axe, but I'm not a lumberjack
You might just happen to get cut in half
Your brains splatter all in your trucker hat
Pushin' drugs, we could have a shoving match, but we not hustling packs (Woo)
Crash the Cullinan, gave the front a dent, it was wrapped (Wrapped it)
The path I made is cluttered from me not covering my tracks (My tracks)
Cop the Patek, I flood the strap, none of that was cap (No cap)
Run up a bag and then run it back without a pass (Pass)
You might have to try to flee the country like Jumpin' Jack Flash

Marci' (So good, so good, so good)
My first plug was my first love (Wish that I could s—)
That's my first love (Lord, have mercy)
That's my first love
Trey-eighty snub was my first gun, uh (Wish that I could s—)
But my first plug was my first love (Lord, have mercy)
That's my first love
So good, so good, so good
Wish that I could s—
Lord have mercy
The life of a pimp is unremitting tension and pressure
A pimp, uh, lives on the precipice of disaster
I think he's the most hated and feared creature of the underworld
Because of his, uh, sexual aspects of his, uh, profession