The Rocker

Uh, they call me the rocker

Uh, yeah, uh-huh, uh

They call me the rocker

I get down like 2Pac and Big Poppa

Some say he too birds, you can't stop him

Niggas got too much beef like two Whoppers

Look at my clockers, it's about time

For a nigga to mature like a glass of fine wine

Ain't no nigga alive can outshine

I get sneaks, but don't pay like I'm crime

I run this bitch, cause I'm Will Smith

Cause I am legend and you just Hitch

Naw, I'm Hitch

Cause I get bitches

Well, I got more than one so call me eight Hitches

We ain't got riches, just some nice kicks

So call me Bruce Lee who's dressed in nice shit

Haters think I'm lame and girls think I'm sick

But both of them groups is riding my dick

Yeah, they call me the rocker

Call me Mr. Gambino

Uh-huh, check this out

I'm fly like birds

And I spit real shit so my flow like turds

And my words absurd so I turn it all around

So my mouth is my ass and I sit when I'm loud

And I'm black and I'm proud

And I'm white and I'm rich

So fuck it, I'm a martian, I'm Lilo and Stitch

Niggas say I sound like Weezy and shit

Well he the best in the game so what's wrong with that?

Are you trying to tell me that my rhymes is phat?

Call me Usain Bolt cause I run the track

Nigga I'm sick of that

Stop comparing me to people

I know my voice funny like my name John Heder

And I'm out of this world and I'm hot like space heaters

And my girl top down so I call her two seater

My iPhone blast like TNT

I text back to home girl, "What you know 'bout me?"

I'm in NYC or in ATL

And my wallet stay fat like Kenan plus Kel

Nigga what's that smell, cause my shit don't stink

Cause my shirt bright blue and my shoes hot pink

And I finish this drink that I call a Twin Tower

Two Bud Lights and a whiskey sour

Where I fall down, that shit is ground zero

Little kids saying, "There goes my hero!"

Hahahaha

They call me the rocker, nigga!

Uh, they call me the rocker

Yo I'm out man