I'm Like That
Now this is real nigga shit, I'mma real nigga shit
I'm just trying to see the world with a real nigga bitch
If they ever disrespect they out in Camden in a ditch
No prints, cause I'm trying to get rich
Big, big, big lil' nigga in these streets they 'ont know it yet
Always penning shit, lil manny yeah he the poet yeah
Don't compare to him, but can you feel what I bestow in them
Rumble, take a go with them I'll never be a bro to them
Don't be texting me talking 'bout, "Where you at"
Lil nigga I'm getting money, I know you 'ont got the pin
I'm with some plugs in the studio, yeah and we going in
Snap a pic for the gram, societal document
Ole, I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
(Yeah, yeah) I'm like that, hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that, (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like that, uh hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that
I'm really like it, ain't nobody like this
And I know I'm really popping cause they tweaking when I'm dropping hoe
We 'ont know you, and we don't wanna
Got a freak thats undercover, and a baddie for the summer this that
Superficial wanna bag, institution for the sad
From the hood you need a nitch or get taken down like your Dad
Track record, breaking that, new energies bunny back
Tummy tea, that tummy flat, but that ass wild I'm hunting that
Other niggas wanting that, but you save it up for me and so I give it all I got
Ole that's every inch, I'm giving all the girth
You said "Hold up, wait it hurt", I said "Hold up, that's how you learn"
Ass bouncing back like Big Sean
Niggas know my face when they see me they keep going
I put on my Chris, chucking deuces like I'm gone
Was never on no kid shit, I hated the prom, bitch
Ole, I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
(Yeah, yeah) I'm like that, hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like that, uh hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that
I'm just trying to see the world with a real nigga bitch
If they ever disrespect they out in Camden in a ditch
No prints, cause I'm trying to get rich
Big, big, big lil' nigga in these streets they 'ont know it yet
Always penning shit, lil manny yeah he the poet yeah
Don't compare to him, but can you feel what I bestow in them
Rumble, take a go with them I'll never be a bro to them
Don't be texting me talking 'bout, "Where you at"
Lil nigga I'm getting money, I know you 'ont got the pin
I'm with some plugs in the studio, yeah and we going in
Snap a pic for the gram, societal document
Ole, I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
(Yeah, yeah) I'm like that, hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that, (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like that, uh hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that
I'm really like it, ain't nobody like this
And I know I'm really popping cause they tweaking when I'm dropping hoe
We 'ont know you, and we don't wanna
Got a freak thats undercover, and a baddie for the summer this that
Superficial wanna bag, institution for the sad
From the hood you need a nitch or get taken down like your Dad
Track record, breaking that, new energies bunny back
Tummy tea, that tummy flat, but that ass wild I'm hunting that
Other niggas wanting that, but you save it up for me and so I give it all I got
Ole that's every inch, I'm giving all the girth
You said "Hold up, wait it hurt", I said "Hold up, that's how you learn"
Ass bouncing back like Big Sean
Niggas know my face when they see me they keep going
I put on my Chris, chucking deuces like I'm gone
Was never on no kid shit, I hated the prom, bitch
Ole, I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
I make jewels, my neck got the flu
Drippy, blinking collarbone, brightest high beams too oohh
(Yeah, yeah) I'm like that, hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that (Yeah, yeah)
I'm like that, uh hit you right back, mmm yeah you like that
I'm really like that
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Writer(s): Emanuel Bennett
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