It's Like That (Forsyth is Back) (feat. Fat Joe)

Ain't nothing new about this it's your boy Fat Joe

AKA Joe Crack the Don

Shout out to the homie Forsyth

This joint right here is called "Forsyth is Back"

He ain't never go nowhere

But Forsyth...he back

Ok I'm back with Prop Dylan and I'm chilling like a villain

Feeling like weezy f baby cuz I aint got no ceilings

I'm revealing not concealing I got aces like I'm dealing

And I'm peeling off a can of whoop ass to get em reeling

And there will be no time for healing on a highway two wheelin'

God willing I ascend to a king I'll have em kneeling

And I'm trying to make a killing off the rap game filling

Up my catalogue building a foundation for my children

Want a reason got a million want a feature whats your billing

I like my steaks Brazilian and my pizza Sicilian

I'm a one of one most these other folks are chameleons

And she like me for my manners lucky me went to cottilion

I'm the captain of this journey like I'm Gilligan

High and I'm drunk got the whole sheep keeling

Feels way to fun going dumb guess we lit again

Bout to turn this LA summer up to a gazillion

And I got my schedule packed

Hit em with some of this and that

Throw some money in my wishing well watch it double back

and I'm on course like railroad tracks

So if you speak on a Don just be matter of fact

Cuz

Oh yeah it's like that?

Hell yea its like that!

So nice do it twice if you feel me holla back

DJ mix the boom with a little bit of bap

We're putting hip hop back on the map

Huh

Cuz Oh yeah it's like that?

Hell yea its like that!

So nice do it twice if you feel me holla back

DJ mix the boom with a little bit of bap

Gotta let em know Forsyths back

And I’m fit for the bill like a fitted cap chill for real

Told you I wont stop spitting till I break a mill

Keep the records spinning like a ferris wheel

And my will you feel put my art on pedestal

My pen is steel I’m sick dawg need penicill

In for a pound fuck a penny that ain’t worth the deal

And I’m not one to make a mountain out a mole hill

But hey Prop let em know the deal

Put your money where your mouth is

This a round house kick for the doubters

Our sound be the loudest, matter fact it's the wildest

Run up on your block like twenty five Rottweilers

Rabid, disobedient with no leash

Took a leap of faith and I landed on my both feet

I’m the G.O.A.T man they smelling like goat cheese

I’m on fleek in that Polo Sport Snow Beach

Still doing it with no deal

I’m in control of my own lane, they looking like road kill

Like Oh yo! he is so real, hold still let coach spill

I’m charting unknown waters with the flow like I could grow gills

They got a flow like oat meal, stagnated

Man they can’t make it, bet your dads last savings in Las Vegas

(You'r better off) uh, mad cadence

Blast tracks from the basement,

Half man half amazing, P is skillmatic

Still rotated on your favorite rap station

And that’s blazing, daily operations

But we skating on a whole ’nother wave length

Best bring yo game or duck low

Cuz my slam dunk raps will splash the front row