rap rate

rate my rap(s) please, what should I work on? thanks

pick and roll
then hit the club wit the strippers on tha pole
never assume the role, leader of the pack
gets the first attack
reputation i can back, gangster movies it reinacts
ima scientiest, and this is all matters of facts

money stacked in 4 diffrent draws
ironing it out be my weekly chore
how do you think i got them 24's
im always posted at the store
clock work from 9-4

stick to my roots, like the dirt sitck to my boots
change is the unknown
money is the constant, so we always flaucned it
in the air we tos'ted it
on women we lossed it
our paths they never cross'sed it
or there life they'd lost it


you do you and ill do me
for only god can judge me
but understand my love for the moneey
your blind if you cant see what i see
but i'll let you in for that small fee

2 of the top 2 of the bottom
get the new house this autum
they remember eveyth'ing i taught em
and when in trouble everything i bought em
loyalty runs thick, like the paste whipped from the brick
thoughts of my block going hungrey making me sick
so i cook it up super quick, sick

1,2,3
when i roll by me you've never seen
bigger then the stalk jack grew with his beans
but you know i always sip that lean
and smoke the finest green
every since i was a teen
addicted to money tha biggest fienn'd
motivate me, give me a brick of blow
move it so fast, ill be begging for mo
i keep on giving to tha block, call me santa ho ho ho
but throw up the finger signs in the 4 4

they say mo money mo problems
so i tell them problems to follow
born leader, never ment to follow
bust it out the 9 is hollow
disagree with me and pain and misery will follow

ive danced with the stars
had 5 different cars
im a prisoner locked behind xanax bars
these tattoos are my battle scars
peace never looked so far------away
but i keep the enemys at bay
from my word, ill never stray
even when the bitches be saying hey baby hey



fame and fortune i seek
so customers i do meet
always was that bad seed
never putting on wit someone who trys to beak
first one to bust out
im always cold, that why i stick close to my heater
with it in my hands, call me your creator
one clutch, see ya lateer

my life feels like a movies
all the sadness moves me
but the tragedy is what drove me insane
the inner pain that will never go away
so the bottle, i try to refrain
but so much pleasure i get from this pain
so the liquid i drain, down the sink
regretting it until my cheeks turn pink
but when i stop to think,
i put it down in the ink
ill always swim never sink
even when im on the brink
ill always swim never sink



i bring the bread home, the one you cant butter
through that pyrex vision and latex dreams
stop trying to understand, stop blowing steam
life isnt what it seems black and white, hah
its 4 parts backing soda and 1 alpine white
cook it up right on sight,
air tight packages shipping out tonight
bring back paper at large sites


my life is my rap
forever been in the trap
seen da worst, but all it convicned me was to get a strapp
but i didnt because if i would have snapped
somebodys sons were never coming back
but all this rambling is getting me off track
time to get back to counting the stack

100% original, if i did bite anyone's lyrics no disrespect intended