Roc Marciano, KA, Guilty Simpson - Squeeze lyrics

Now tell your fuckin goons sit the fuck down
Before we start squeezin in this bitch
You don't want these innocent
People getting hurt

This heat resistant glass ain't for coffee
The quick snort then sip port
It's more costly
Moms praising these calm babies
Streets morph me
The block wasn't sweet, acidic
Bitter and salty legitimate frigid
Never figured trigger'd defrost me
Literals tight, my vision is lofty
This nigga read poetry
Bear witness like Notary
Rarely say my name but niggas know it's me
At night browsin', they price gougin'
Got the lowest fee
No sleep, go deep 'til I emerge a floater
And I survived tides with
More birds than Noah
Gotta ride new steel to stay fed
I don't hide, I'm too real to play dead
Savage hour, get devoured, they spray lead
Bags of flour, can't cower and make bread
Tough muscles stand the heat in the kitchen
Plus I have quick hands and
Plans to keep siftin'
From never ran with a grand, I chase that
Or curve, servin' how I place on no placemat
4s and 5s, there's forks and knives
Cut the cake so as the frosting dries
Dish it out, leave it, that's it
I'm squeezin'
These beats the packages of the
Gift that I'm breathin'

Uh, I'm victorious
The only L's I take get gutted
You cats ballin' on a budget
Pinchin pennies, black label Henny on ice
Scars and strife
Neighborhood stars and stripes
It's no TMZ, it's just elite MCs
Big dogs wanna bark and bite, raw
Paint pictures with words, pull guns and draw
Yeah, I'm livin out my artist life
Chief from a fronto leaf
I smoke good in the hood like I blew a gasket
Still I'm mobile enough to
Creep on your truck, uh
And let it buck on your crew in traffic
Karma lettin' off hate I harbor, the barber
I line 'em up and cut parts for torture
I'm black hearted, I'm not your typical
I'll leave you in critical
I'm not your everyday rap artist

I burst two shots
Birds emerge from the rooftops
I serve from the soup pot
Uh, blue pot, my niggas shoot cops (Cops)
Move loose rocks and blue tops
Hit the blocks, I'm like Lennox
Your lyrics are xeroxed
I'm rare like a millionaire's tear drops
I got soul like the Four Tops
Ya popped in the buttocks
With buckshots, face shots, call it Botox
The castle walls too high to throw rocks
I'm in the Beamer gettin' slow top
Live in the fast lane
I clipped the spliff in the ashtray
Gats to spray, splash the grey cabriolet
Dance on the pack, Cab Calloway
Carjack your Caddy like it's valet
With grace like the ballet
You half weight, my mask made of African clay
Snag your lass off a glass of Alizé
Long barrel, ride the white horse, no saddle
Scadaddle from LI to Seattle (Giddy up)
Black apparel, the engine in the 5 rattle
The mask is bedazzled bally sneaker nigga
Your freaks in between sheets quiver
Keep tricks like the flea flicker
I'm a street nigga, nigga