Like This

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



Credits
Writer(s): Deon Guyton Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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