Shit Like This Lyrics - Singles - Nature

24-7, 365 days 

Niggas coming sideways, not me 

Some are sloppy 

My style sharper than a three-piece suit 

Plus a tie, and deper than the look, 

In a thugs eyes 

Why do slugs fly? 

Ask ya'self that 

Why does uncle sam got us held back? 

My niggas sell crack, to survive 

Thun it ain't what you wear, 

It's what you drive 

Them crackers in the bank don't give a f**k if you live 

No offense, but y'all just gotta know 

That it's tense 

I'm energized, everytime that I rhyme, 

I go the length 

From point a to point z 

I guess you slept, 

I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be 

So turn it up, 

I found a new way to earn a buck 

Rappin' for the people 

Hustla's and murderers 

Doctors and lawyers 

Cops and tom sawyr type niggas 

Ball playas earning nice figures 

Everybody, play my shit loud at every party 

Bitches get dicked down 

Now they praying that they pregnant by me, 

On purpose, I be the nigga that you worship 

Staying in ya tape deck 

Spraying ya favorite verses 

Again and again 

Peep my adrenaline 

Thugged the f**k out 

At the same time 

A perfect gentleman 

(chorus) 

You ain't never heard no shit like this(6x) 

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Now who else could take a beat like this and twist it 

Speak wisdom, and sound clear on a cheap system 

It gotta be me, you know my policy I keep you on ya toes 

Like high heel shoes for real though 

Irritating like when ya beard grow 

Try to trim it, the hottest nigga in the rap game 

Without a gimmick 

Keep my hat on matching my wears 

Bitches ask me for loot 

Only after my deal 

It's all real 

I'm critically acclaimed 

My shit bang 

From here to quebec 

Niggas show me either fear or respect 

You could dance 

Put ya ear to the deck 

Either or, you could do it at work, 

Try to teach ya boss, 

Messin wit fate 

Y'all fake niggas 

Stay stressin' my tape 

Think y'all ready for hits 

Step up next to the plate 

Wit ya low percentage 

Low value, no value 

Ya shits slow mo 

Mine is thrown at you, homo 

I don't make the rules 

Nigga I just break'em 

Rap for the fouls 

Lay my jewels out for the takin' 

Pick'em up 

Listen well 

Critics predicted 

Since the firm that my shit a sell 

Straight doing it 

Can y'all picture me not movin'em 

I know you'll love it so much 

You'll cop two of them! 

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