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