Roll Call - Crooked I, Jay Rock, Glasses Malone

Yeah, Million Dollar

I was told only do what you afraid to

Ya scared niggas?

Its power in numbers

From Long Beach to South Central

From Watts to the bank

My nigga Jay Rock

I’m sargent slaughter when I hop up on this track dawg

You know its armada, paint your whole muhfuckin' town red when my lead hit the

tablet

And for the jealous (?) workin' my (?) like (?)

I’m totally fitted, you collateral damage

Anybody who challenge when I’m on can blow up a planet

Nuclear warfare when I’m on this beat bitch

I’m so hot, eight thousand degree shit

Murk yo ass with my trademark

Step in yo central turn your studio to a grave yard

I go hard you go soft you Barbie, see the pink in your eyes

Nothing but a bitch in disguise

These dick riders, steady tryna hitch 'em a ride

(?) is over, go gitchu a (?)

When this beef cocked back might hit you wit five

Leave yo brains on display for the news at nine

That’s how these Cali boys ride!

I does it from (?) new whips

Im on money in a new sense, Im a nuisance

Ain’t no barricade I kinda left it, where that new set (?)

I drift my own (?) and bitch I don’t recruit raps

Chase money to catch it we Franklin with (?)

Practice on targets at random and ransom receivers

Word binding is biblical, and (?)

Landmine flow, the Johnny Depp blow as a poet (?)

Im goin town on these niggas that been (?) Adam

Impossible to touchdown on our when we sac em

We sniper decipher (?) summer ignited, we fire

Black dots winter mitten (?) now your times up

Im west now rancid with extravagant transit

Watching (?) get blue bruises to amuse news

Channelling wolverine (?) x-men im damaging

Playin pathologist to bodies just for the sampling

Nigga!

I ain’t no gangbang rookie

School of Hard Knocks, I ain’t ever play hookie

Took (?)

Trap hall of fame’ers where the game need to put me

So pushy bully bullies in the streets

(?) quick to bring a fully to the beat

Call that bitch a spoon, they’ll be scoopin yall up

If I ever get to empty all this (?)

Look yung im a different breed of nigga

Hungry, like Birdman don’t feed a nigga

I got work so I don’t need the nigga

Plus I got arms long as Trevor Ariza’s nigga

Act silly, test my Kevin hart

We’ll see who get the last laugh you motherfucking Mark

Curry, they screamin hurry up and buy

They see the old dawg in my motherfuckin eyes

Wassup 3x

I got a gift with this lyrical style

And when I spit you might’ve thought I was a miracle child

Murderous verbous (?) spits deliver passes

Just like irvin did swervin in a suburban in dat car

Full of urban kids

Namin dat title alone terrify my rivals

I never change like islam entertain the bible

The spiritual mythical typical rippin flow

That paralyze mcs im leavin em crippled tho

Con artist I talk a koofi off of muslim domes

Sylvester stallone tell rocky that the king is home

When white bitches bad as sharon stone

Carryin zones bay area’s own carry the throne

Love my block so much man I married my zone

I got jazz like jerry and sloan gravedigga

Get out my way fore I bury you homes

Im so unique theres no comparin the clones

I’m gone