!llmind - Like This lyrics

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!llmind - Like This lyrics

[Verse 1] I come of the tongue slick like Goldie Start playing, the rap budget can't hold me Quick to change lanes, got a couple of choices Either way a n***a still eating muscles and oysters Spilling Champagne on b**hes, rockstar Doing the Rick James on top of a cop car I came uptown for a thousand grams raw Back home had everything with the lockjaw Now I'm in the BM and it's missing the roof The Pittsburgh Nas without a chip in his tooth Free Beanie Sigel, it's time to give him the truth This one for the city, you know I did it for you Like bang bang, n***a, shining like a DS Turn it up a notch on these Plain Jane n***as We ain't the same, n***a, you'se a lame n***a I let my nuts hang like orangutang, n***a [Hook] We rocking on the mic like this Like this the place that I belong Everytime I rock a mic like this I rock it all night long Yo, don't I been whipping in the Benz like this Like it's the whip that I belong Everytime I drive a whip like this I take a bad b**h home She wanna, she wanna ride with a G [Verse 2] Yeah, I pull up, hop out and shine on 'em Hating n***as wanna drop a dime on him Bad b**hes wanna naughty whine on him But I'm grinding, sh**, I ain't got time for 'em Speeding down the parkway, hand on that woodgrain Sitting on the park, can see the ice from far away My n***a, I be working on my off day Rap don't work I move up with my all yay Big car? Check - bad b**h? Check What we really do it for? Money, power, respect Stones in the face, got me telling time on Breguets Hand a label a bag, go take it out of my check That hustling sh**, you better believe it Getting cold hearted cash, you can take it and leave it Make a hater believe it Little kids see the car and give chase when they sees it It's a gangster achievement, n***a [Hook] [Interlude] Real rap universal n***as get in the way with these half a** bars sh**, man - we letting that sh** slide? Nah, it's murder [Verse 3] Yo, the microphone Godzilla By the end of the song a lot of y'all out there gon' need pallbearers Bong ripper sipping on hard liquor Mad b**hes trying to pull down my PR zipper I shoot 'em with the venom in my denim Two of my n***as, now she saying when ''I see 'em I'mma k** 'em'' Bottles of PJ, I chill 'em before I sip 'em I hear a lot of n***as, but I don't really feel 'em Before this rap sh** it was everything foreign Spots to vacate, I never seen touring Living the fast life, ain't never got boring Never stopped eating, got old cheddar mold What you n***as holding? Play your cards right You n***as start folding, I see these n***as posing This grown man business, don't put your nose in I'm from the jungle they grew the concrete rose in Kick the player haters out and let the hoes in

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