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Like This
by Big Papi The Chef
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I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
Cut from a cloth that was excavated, they don't make it anymore
I been, official since I was a little jit with Spider Man on my draws
Mobbing, four deep in a two door Grand AM, feeling like Jean Claude Van Damme Mixed with a little Kila Cam
Middle finger to Uncle Sam
They just want us all in shackles man, but all we want is the Promised Land
I just swipe cards, no bands
No money phones or money fans.
Don't really like the image of, slave owners in my hands
Self made, business man, Midwest slang with a southern draw
I roll the dice but I think twice while y'all stay chasing those waterfalls
Many, many, many, many men; he's He-man off that Henny man
Can't fear a man rocking skinnies man, I emphasize cause you're less than
Like James Harden with this left hand
I paint pictures, you're pedestrian, aye
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
Big Papi The Chef, first, middle, last name
I been getting money so I ain't change when the cash came
You can keep the fame, growing up I wasn't lame
I don't need attention for self-esteem, I been a King
713, 317, it's all the same
30/30 Vision, QB precision, perfect aim
On my way to the top, it's time for Big Papi's reign
All offense to my counterparts, these dudes don't rap the same
They talk reckless whenever I'm not around, but I don't join the circus
That's how you become a clown
Look around, funny color hair niggas
Trying to be relevant, but I don't need gimmicks
People naturally rock with you when they see that you're different
That's why the streets feel me cause they know it's not an image
I'm true to myself so I'm my only competition
This didn't happen by luck, I don't believe I superstition, yeah
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
Cut from a cloth that was excavated, they don't make it anymore
I been, official since I was a little jit with Spider Man on my draws
Mobbing, four deep in a two door Grand AM, feeling like Jean Claude Van Damme Mixed with a little Kila Cam
Middle finger to Uncle Sam
They just want us all in shackles man, but all we want is the Promised Land
I just swipe cards, no bands
No money phones or money fans.
Don't really like the image of, slave owners in my hands
Self made, business man, Midwest slang with a southern draw
I roll the dice but I think twice while y'all stay chasing those waterfalls
Many, many, many, many men; he's He-man off that Henny man
Can't fear a man rocking skinnies man, I emphasize cause you're less than
Like James Harden with this left hand
I paint pictures, you're pedestrian, aye
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
Big Papi The Chef, first, middle, last name
I been getting money so I ain't change when the cash came
You can keep the fame, growing up I wasn't lame
I don't need attention for self-esteem, I been a King
713, 317, it's all the same
30/30 Vision, QB precision, perfect aim
On my way to the top, it's time for Big Papi's reign
All offense to my counterparts, these dudes don't rap the same
They talk reckless whenever I'm not around, but I don't join the circus
That's how you become a clown
Look around, funny color hair niggas
Trying to be relevant, but I don't need gimmicks
People naturally rock with you when they see that you're different
That's why the streets feel me cause they know it's not an image
I'm true to myself so I'm my only competition
This didn't happen by luck, I don't believe I superstition, yeah
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town like, this
