I Like (feat. Freshman Creative)

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Easee J

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I like my oldschool drank
I like my candy paint
I like to hit on 3
We floating to the fucking bank
I like my oldschool drank
Sitting around candy paint
Tired but ain't no sleep
It got me feeling things
I like it real, I like it real
I like it phat, I like it phat
I want a mill, I want a mill
I want it stat, I want it stat
I need it clean, I need it clean
I need it a1
I like it like it like it like it
Where we started from

We all about game
We all about scoring
Putting numbers up
I don't need no foreign
Give me a classic
I can lay way back
Straps in the trunk
With the subs
Heading to the fucking shack
Where these bitches at
No little city kids
We stay secluded, moving up
Off the grid
Ain't nowhere we can't go
Halos, tango
Took your main hoe
Like Los Santos
I be bussin, bussin
These little funky asses can't f*ck with Fresh and Easee
You can't trust em
We want a milli
My partners, my cousins
Keep em coming
I like these women
With they thighs touching
Homie got a crib
Nice couch
This the vibe we live for
I'm out
Coming back with beats
A mic, tell em what we about
Home cooked meals on the stove
Beers ice cold
I'm sorry that I drove
This hitting home

I like my oldschool drank
I like my candy paint
I like to hit on 3
We floating to the fucking bank
I like my oldschool drank
Sitting around candy paint
Tired but ain't no sleep
It got me feeling things
I like it real, I like it real
I like it phat, I like it phat
I want a mill, I want a mill
I want it stat, I want it stat
I need it clean, I need it clean
I need it a1
I like it like it like it like it
Where we started from

I like it where we started from
Because we never came from shit
Beats on CD's with some weed
Tryna make a hit
I remember days
Where I used to try and make it flip
Thinking that one day
That would somehow make me rich
But I'm still stupid broke
No thats a stupid joke
Currently employed even at your local studio
Coming up with heat
Fresh and Easee on the beat
Remember when they use to sleep
Now they always wanna peep
But they would rather see me on my back
Than standing on my feet
So best believe when its time to eat
I'm trying to have a feast
When I'm in the classic car
I recline my seat
While we creep through the streets
To the crib or to the beach
And then I proceed
To drop some more hot shit
No
Lets not pretend I enjoy the life I live
When you grind something's got to give
Always stack it, never spend
That seems to work for me
Balling in the first degree
Performing like its surgery
That hatred never hurting me
Find it most encouraging to keep it G
Most certainly
Show me some curtesy
I had to change my lane
No, I ain't tryna ride the wave
No more loses only gains
Thats why I pass you by
In the sky, really high
Like a plane
Or when I'm posted with the gang
I'm driving the Escape
Put on them old school beats
Cause I wanna hear them bang
I like to smoke this old school weed
While Easee J
Likes that, likes that, likes that

I like my oldschool drank
I like my candy paint
I like to hit on 3
We floating to the fucking bank
I like my oldschool drank
Sitting around candy paint
Tired but ain't no sleep
It got me feeling things
I like it real, I like it real
I like it phat, I like it phat
I want a mill, I want a mill
I want it stat, I want it stat
I need it clean, I need it clean
I need it a1
I like it like it like it like it
Where we started from

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