Squeeze Roc Marciano (Ft. Guilty Simpson & Ka)

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Ka]
This heat resistant glass ain't for coffee
The quick snort is import, it's more costly
Moms praised me as a calm baby, streets morphed me
The block wasn't sweet – acidic, bitter and salty
Legitimate frigid, never figured trigger'd defrost me
Livin' was tight, my vision was 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've survived tides with more birds than Noah
Gotta ride new steel to stay fed
I don't hide, too real to play dead
Savage hour, get devoured, they spray lead
Bags of flour, can't cower and make bread (Nah)
Tough muscles withstand the heat in the kitchen
Must have quick hands if you plan to keep siftin'
From never ran, but a grand, I'd chase that
On a curb, servin', hot plates, no placemat
4's and 5's, there's forks and knives
Cut the cake, soon as the frosting dries
Dish it out, leave it; dissin', I'm squeezin'
These beats the packages of the gift that I'm breathin'