NeoJock - Flick My Bic lyrics

Verse: f** rapping, I'm a professional baller Make a milli off a track and blow every last dollar I'm not a bartender but I'm a f**ing shot caller Your b**h a groupie tonight and damn right I saw her Hoes on this dick, I rock a mic like Vick This b**h wanna ride but she don't even drive stick She wanna show me a trick, "Look! No hands!" I see her magic box when I disappear her pants Been rhyming since I was just nine And now I'm k**ing rappers one beat at a time Speeding through this game no stop sign Imma take all your j**els and flash them like they mine Snapbacks and zig zags Backpacks and black flags Feeling gone off this ice blue bong On the green mile, no Tom Hanks Feeling fresh like a Tic Tac Riding around wearing all black I'm fly like a sparrow, call me Jack No dick riders, get off my nutsac Back to back to back hits, people I'm a player like a dog but never a beagle More like a pitbull without the sh**ty music Tear you limb from limb if you acting foolish NeoJock creates monster instrumentals I spit enough venom to depaint the walls Bars so cold your car stalls Lines so sick your doctor calls I'm a Lacrosse player and rap slayer Hip-Hop is the city and I'm the f**ing mayor f** that, I'm the President of this industry You're lucky I don't dictate and have ya'll bow to me It's the bottom of the inning and bases are loaded They expect a homerun, the ceiling has opened I got a hundred thousand fans all watching in the stands Just hit the pitch, b**h, grand slam Sports metaphors so ya'll understand Don't want it to complicate your minds Listening to wack music with weak lines About fabricated crimes and whisper war cries This generation don't know true rhyme sk**s Rappers will say anything to stack them Benjamin bills Pac would've murdered you all if he could hear this If he was alive none of ya'll would have hits Then people wonder why albums don't sell Because the real lyricists are either dead or in jail The other ones like Nas and Em are trying to save rap But they gotta market to these kids listening to crap So here we go, kick this track Time to bring real rap back I gotta save this generation of rap fans And put my team on the map Jesus pieces aren't what make a man Setting goals and pushing forward is the plan To success, ya'll gotta understand Being the best doesn't just hop out of the pan This is an art so show some respect Don't just do it for the cheque Look at yourself in the mirror and check Before you wind up in a wreck I'm sick of all these fake a** b**hes Only in this game for the money and the riches Ya'll motherf**ers ain't even worth to s** my dick So you p**y b**hes can just flick my bic