Like This - Boaz

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 nigga still eating muscles and oysters

Spilling Champagne on bitches, 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, nigga, shining like a DS

Turn it up a notch on these Plain Jane niggas

We ain’t the same, nigga, you’se a lame nigga

I let my nuts hang like orangutang, nigga

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 bitch home

She wanna, she wanna ride with a G

Yeah, I pull up, hop out and shine on 'em

Hating niggas wanna drop a dime on him

Bad bitches wanna naughty whine on him

But I’m grinding, shit, 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 nigga, I be working on my off day

Rap don’t work I move up with my all yay

Big car?

Check — bad bitch?

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 shit, 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, nigga

Real rap universal

Niggas get in the way with these half ass bars

Shit, man — we letting that shit slide?

Nah, it’s murder

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 bitches trying to pull down my PR zipper

I shoot 'em with the venom in my denim

Two of my niggas, now she saying when ''I see 'em I’mma kill 'em''

Bottles of PJ, I chill 'em before I sip 'em

I hear a lot of niggas, but I don’t really feel 'em

Before this rap shit 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 niggas holding?

Play your cards right

You niggas start folding, I see these niggas 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