Lyrics

Before the needle touch the record I grab the mic like a weapon They crowd me like a fight broke out Im kickin' rhymes like I'm IP man Since I had the huffy with the broke kick stand I used to hustle just to eat Rallys Babyface Glow feelin' like Antonio Strait out of Cincinnati You know the (Deal) Deel, keep it real Bro The weed with the Henny makes you feel it Mo Dip Dip it low, baby dont be difficult I'm singing sippin Merlot It help me hit the notes I give them hope where they thought it wasn't Wrote my lyrics like litature Now I'm Raps Prime Minister I saw it written in the hieroglyphics They call it graffiti can't read it you gotta feel it When Rap was life was you there do you remember? If not then write it down take it picture don't forget that It's been a minute since you've heard a hit LIKE THIS Can't nobody give it to you quite LIKE THIS You just another Sucka EMCEE so tell me are you a rapper or a EMCEE. I got the flow ya favorite rapper like We don't rap alike,so they invious I move the crowd like the venue switched I'm rhyme serious And father these rappers the Boy N the Hood evolved into Furious Give me the mothafuckin Gun Trey! Cuz it's my own neighborhood and I don't feel safe Temporary plates Gas up the bucket and I'm on the way Don't mind these diamonds in my Rolli face A wise man told me Hustle motivate Came from nothin now I run it like a stolen base Hip hop like records filling up milk crates She said her first love was rap that's a deal break This for them niggas in the trap behind them steel gates In front of the stores to Co Ed dorms This is the culture that I do it for keep moving it forward But when it comes to Rap please remember don't forget That it's been a minute since you've heard a hit LIKE THIS Can't nobody give it to you quite LIKE THIS You just another Sucka EMCEE so tell me are you a rapper or a EMCEE You can see the hustle in my eye site I close my eyes and see Dollar signs I got Obama Ties Presidential in that luxury car I never drive Let my wife whip it while I'm rolling trees in it Time to manifest Im Old school, dresser with the tech Loaded like a new rapper Swear ya whole crews cowards I ball like khawi check my new balance They eager to see the kid like a new parent City's king of boombap Bitch I don't care if ya dude rap I'll switch birds no scooter app Who was that? It's Deon DCR Got her booty slapped O my fault was that ya mom's? This that slang audio, raw shit Live by the code of Five percenters And fuck you rappers I'm ya father figure Dark liquor with no chaser the mind shaper Nine with the Lazer Crooked Cop annihilator, WHAT! It's been a minute since you've heard a hit LIKE THIS Can't nobody give it to you quite LIKE THIS Your just another Sucka EMCEE so tell me are you a rapper or a EMCEE
Writer(s): Deon Guyton Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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