Like This (Remix)

[Verse 1 – Boaz] I used to dream of that V dozen six double zero The quickest recipe to get it was to cut a kilo Young boss nigga, respecting my OG though Buying lotto tickets and chips at the casino That’s what we call finessing, salad with the dressing Hard headed, bout that cheddar nigga, I ain’t learned my lesson Blaze tire, burn fire, while I fire off the Wesson Burn fire, stay higher nigga, I ain’t ever stressing Counting every blessing, counting every second What’s on my mind is money, it’s time to cash the check in One zero zero comma one zero zero comma Keep on running up the numbers Fuck these haters and they mamas These lil niggas still wearing their pajamas With the feet in em, ain’t no street in em I already kill em with the blow, time to kill em with the flow Illmind let the beat hit em [Hook - Boaz] 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 [Verse 2 – Crooked I] Shady 2.0, we them monsters I'm either with the slaughters or walking with ten copsters When I'm in Detroit, that shit is kinda ironic I'm eating Alfredo with Marshall discussing imposters You niggas counterfeit twenties, live your life like a dyke Cause when it come to beef, nah, you ain’t down to get busy I let off a chopper round, spin your block around Your whole town’ll get dizzy huh? Like a merry go round, if we ain’t rocking turn your stereo down I still grind on my rap shit, the gun is still mine when the strap kick It sound like an Illmind black kick, clap shit Like, it’s Crooked I Same west coaster, who got ya? BM in my DM, meeting at 9 PM She gon be on her knees son, like Liam [Hook] [Verse 3 – Sean Price] Boot camp, the team that roll Big numbers with the same move, Kareem Abdul Top of the game, so far papa knocking his cane [?] I see is a green being Extreme mean, meaner than mean Mediocre motherfucker is something you [?] Skat [?] dooby, he can truly eat the vet, brother Tech, wearing Louis sneakers Respect to the maximum In the tech tech 22 shooting rapid son Nosy niggas taste talent Catch me from the key, your big Ray Allen I woke up and slapped my mom She ran out yelling “help, something wrong with Sean” Sean is wrong, shoot shit Sean is on Arm being strong, the chrome [?] [Hook] [Verse 4 – Chevy Woods] MJ from where ever nigga, I’m nice with it Bet that oil lock up when the ice hit it Uh, it’s that gold ropes velour music 56 in the pot, and I ain’t tryna lose it Word, you niggas stuck tryna make a dollar Word, my niggas stuck ducking Impalas Word, and all of y’all lightweight Get cold feet when I come around like ice skates Hell yeah I’m tryna body you all You chop the head then the body will fall You need a van and a morgue A couple hazmat suits and it’s on Fucking with me, what the fuck is you on? Know that this kid is strong Rap niggas out here doing the pills The heat is on, but do it in chill You weirdos can’t box with G’s And all snitches love freedom of speech Fuck them niggas