StreetRunner - They Don't Make Them Like This Anymore... lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, they say the clocks ticking, mine's is under my bed, yeah that's where I keep it I'm just laying next to some edible vagina I'm tryna show this b**h that I get better over time I hope you know a gentlemen issue Depending on his mood he'll throw a few scraps to his ratchet fam to get in his suit a hat and go clap at you while you at Jidenna.. Oh that's "Cla**ic Man" I'm giving pa**es in exchange for weight And by-pa**es I mean gastric fam, by "pa**" I mean I'll pa** cause these n***as groupies tran, they giving roofies to fans I'll rather invite over Karreuche Tran, answer the door with some lil' Bootsy playin We ain't really hearing you n***as sitting on dubs I got my ear to your car window, I still don't understand what do you be saying Could you please move that lil piece of sh** out the way so I could take a piss By the way, what are y'all competing for? If I could just be honest, my wifey f**ing gorgeous and if I ain't f**ing Rihanna then what the f** I'm cheating for If this movie I'm livin is for your viewing pleasure then I can't really be no who*e cause they don't make 'em like me no more [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] They don't make them like me no more Yeah, that's opportunity knocking I'm standing where it might be your door to say to you that they don't make them like me no more [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] May God bless anyone against this conquest, y'all hire muscle like I'm pressed Like I ain't out here walkin 'round like I'm a one-man arm press I'm just in the zone I said "less talk," not "let's talk," let's just get it on Who the best out right now? Just get 'em on the phone Tell him I don't want much, I just wanna tell 'em that I plan to come and k** 'em I'ma probably talk to him soft like Liam Neeson like I'm bein decent I'm PRhyme, I'm Slaughterhouse, I'm B.M.E I'm sorta like 'Pac in the vest, I got no fear in me cause, I done been to hell and back So many times that I think I'd seen the smile on the, face of the reaper So don't waste your time prayin to your creator Too late, he can't make ya like me bruh [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Nah, they don't make 'em like this no more That's opportunity knockin I'm standin there like this your door To say to them that they don't make 'em like this no more [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] This ain't the standard ops you n***as done ran across I'll send my little man across The street, he'll stop squeezin 'til somethin pops Into your head like a random thought I don't care for drama I'd rather terrorize you, chase you 'round your city like you Sarah Connor And I'm the Terminator, I'm wearin Ferragamo The same time that the devil's wearin Prada Why would you and I compare albums? I got your life in the palm of my hands, layin it down is all I'm thinkin 'bout And newsflash, n***as is frauds, it's all a act When he tough with the talk, he don't go out in traffic, he know I'll slap him He know I'll snatch him, out of that box he lives in he calls Abby He know I'll stuff him back in that box that I put n***as in called casket It ain't nothin to squash, don't call my line with that wack sh** You wanna get to the bottom of that? Call "Catfish" Now let me get back to what I was doin This hundred-round drum turns around time in mixed months St. Valentine's Day Ma**acre, March Madness wrapped in a big blunt Let's smoke the n***as who really live it Who know what beef really is and don't speak if it really isn't Got n***as doin life in the prison on the iPhone And the cordless and I live in the No-Fly Zone And more digits is all that I got my eyes on I see you clowns through the eyes of the Lord I'm lookin down on, I'll be around for your rise and your fall You rhyme, what's more mind-blowin than a 9 to your jaw? Even a weak flow could be nice I'm takin penitentiary chances, we roll the dice like the Migos in Vice You want these hoes and likes Me? I'm the one there'll be no one like