Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - Play This On the Radio lyrics

I paid dues for the men I slay
Roaches in the kitchen
So the feds come with the raid
I'm never afraid
Aimed a camera at your frame
Then snapped like a nigga
That's goin' insane
My momma said, "Grab a coat
You know it's supposed to rain?"
I said, "Momma
You ain't heard I am a hurricane?"
Katrina with ninas
Rob you for your stock exchange
Economy's goin' down, but I'm okay
Got the juice and I know O
J simpson delivered the cuts
Listen too hard, it might shrivel you up
Still liftin' it up
This the motherfuckin' get up
Nigga, you ain't fit
Look at my motherfuckin' get up
Tell a bitch, "Sit down"
Then tell a bitch to get up
Go and get my monies
Suck a dick until you hiccup
Hop out the Martin, jump inside a pickup
Met papi at the doc, give me the work
This a stick-up when your album comin' out?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Ten thousand for a verse?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Is you a real Blood?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know

Is you really from the hood?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Did you really sell drugs?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Do you really pop slugs?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know

Turn fifty cent into two quarter ounces
Set up shop on your block
And have two workin' houses
Bitches comin' in and out
Smokers comin' in and out
This is real beef
I suggest you go to In-N-Out
Take it from me
I get aroused by the paramedics
Putin' out stretchers
They help you to breathe
Clear, what, you can't hear?
I'll be back with a drum, stay right here
I'm off Belve and rum
And that shit don't mix
So you can imagine how ignorant
I really can get straight lunatic
But I ain't Nelly or the Lunatics
I'm ghetto as chicken and beer
This Watts nigga ludicrous
Hello from halo still on your head
That's when I shoot again
Cotton heaven straight ahead mazda car
Where's your bitch? I'm harassin' her


Live from the city of gunplay
Where guns play like kids in
A sandbox on Sundays
Only get it one way just
Like a dude's street diamonds on a Blood
But this not a Blue Streak
I ain't got to disrespect a Crip for respect
Matter fact, I'll call one right now
He's a wrap
I told y'all, didn't believe me
I had to bogart from the
Nickersons to the Imperial Courts
We go hard, I'm a gangsta still
Move keys like Mozart
Low-key like a locksmith on his knees
What you need, I got it, please believe
It's not a problem
Weed or powder, just give me about an hour
Feelin' dirty in the bank
'bout to take a money shower
Said, "Don't grow old trees -
I got a money plower"