Like That

[Intro] And it, it became personal with me [Verse 1] If I say it, I mean it, if you say you the greatest, prepare to be playin' some defense Face is the meanest, got you rappin' in front of a church 'cause you facin' a demon Take 'em to cleaners 'cause I'm washin' these niggas, that's how I be stayin' the cleanest Baby, I'm feastin', I be servin' these jerks like Jamaicans, don't hate that I'm eatin' Damn, let's end this, the bars like the guitar of Jimi Hendrix That means they on fire, where's the choir? I'm 'bout to sing, bitch My pen hits the pad and that shit is law, no amendments I'll send texts and make sure your next step is a Semtex Kaboom, bitch! Moral of the story is: Don't send threats Could see an F&N for an SMS full of vengeance Let's get it, bro, I'm good in this mad city like Kendrick So do not be a hero unless you know the Avengers I break nose, like Weezy, you just pop up with ya face swole The gats out, these niggas finna back out like J—, ah! Fuck it, though, that's just a clever way to say they up the pole .44 Bull Dog, don't get booped by the puppy nose The fuckin' flow is way too fuckin' nasty, call it Puffy Combs My shit is jammin', boy, this shit is slammin' like Dusty Rhodes I'll step on them, ain't a nigga that be matchin' up to fizza, ain't a nigga I ain't better then I would get at them, but they cornier than dissin' Benzino on the behalf of Eminem, ah! [Hook] Pop another bottle if you like that, bruh, bruh, huh I'm just tryna tell you, you ain't like that, bruh, bruh, nah Brakes scrapin', that means that I might crash, bruh, bruh They gon' bury my mic wherever Christ at, bruh, bruh, yeah [Hook] Pop another bottle if you like that, bruh, bruh, huh I'm just tryna tell you, you ain't like that, bruh, bruh, nah Brakes scrapin', that means that I might crash, bruh, bruh They gon' bury my mic wherever Christ at, bruh, bruh [Verse 2] Okay, side bar, these niggas think they snappin' but they cappin' Only passion is to see who raps the fastest, shit is tragic Is every view a fuckin' good view? I'm just askin' I ain't tryna go viral from niggas crackin' from my rappin' Yeah, I'm so nice, but I ain't tryna be polite, I won't go light See, these ho guys is for sure mice, you niggas 12 like four trikes If we gon' fight, then it's for life, I remember when we had no light We had to get our heat from the stove lights, I ain't eatin' ramen for my whole life You know, right? I'm still dope as a coke heist I ain't tryna be an activist, I'm tryna be some Activis and lean a nigga like some cold Sprite Code red, you know I decoded the code, right? Might cop a candy-coated cold as Mike Jones in '05 The smoke rise, nigga, my shit is fire like Ozai But doper than the Ozarks, but fuck that nigga's ho wife Nice my whole life, man, you couldn't survive my old lines Probably would've died off of shit I wrote in '09 Oh my, that's factual, this some shit I had to do I just passed it back to you, quarterback doin' laterals They snap to Scru, I gamble and scramble, then never pass to you 'Cause I know that you lackin' the passion, it's in your attitude But when I get this touchdown, nigga, show your gratitude Or we gon' have your bitch drop your longitude and latitude Splatter you, game is full of racists, tell 'em blow pipe Suckers Black as Uncle Ruckus, deep inside, they soul White Homie told me, "Don't you worry 'bout 'em, they got no life" But on behalf of black dads, fuck you for your whole life .45— oh, ho, ho, ho Hold on [Outro] I got way more, baby Is you like that, lil' bruh? Hold on, hold on Is you like that, lil' bruh? Hahahaha, I ain't the one, bae But you know, I love you