James Lemonade - Homeboy Sandman, Quelle Chris, Stik Figa

Rap like this rap like this

Nope, they can’t rap like this

Rap like this I rap like this, yup, no they can’t rap like him

Rap like this can’t rap for free

Rap for free?

need cash to eat

So, I, tax a fee, can’t rap for free no

Dehydrated from crocodile tears

I’m on Stones Throw, peace to Mello and Rhymesayers

We the best, this Stik and Quelle’s place I be the guest

Broadcasting from a depth that’s anybody’s guess

My «uhms» are «yet agains»

These tricks are things I learned in special ed

Then whipped into a special blend and laid out in a never-ending spread

That started with the slice of a mosquito bite I scratched until it bled

Don’t say 'yuck' say 'what's up!

I write off ancient histories and mix three different teas

And known for harmonizing different tones in different keys

And finding missing seeds

I spotted on a milk carton

In a bed too proud to beg pardon

If you don’t get it you don’t get bargains.

I leave a carbon footprint the

shape of a woodwind instrument

No event where I’m around ever went down without incident

You trap like the A, lean like the H bang like LA

You visit the Bay now Mac Dre was the greatest to do it

On Dilla Day you claim the first nigga banging his music

Before it was cool, you dont even rap

Your ghostwriter rap, and he rap your raps better than you

You got no style, you say you the future, you sound like now, you sounding like

Future

You ripping off styles, that MLK Ultra who shot ya?

What type of camera for what publication?

The hairstyles buggin' the press is amazing

Don’t ask bout the music, who cares bout the music?

We push it they play it we keep the shit moving

What’s poppin' my paparazzi, cracking my crack baby?

What’s trending my minion?

What’s happenin'?

old re-runs I get it

You hot for the minute cause you copy what’s hot for the minute

Trying to hop to the top of the popular charts.

I dig it

Don’t rap like this, ho!

You rap like this stay in your lane, bro

Write with the lames you used to be dope, what changed?

Guess to eat you gotta bite is the name of the game

Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please on tap

That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack

We gas face fellas like dust to umbrella’s you wish

To rap like this go backpack this

Can’t rap like this, please

Might make a masterpiece with Master P

On Mello Music Group package it for mass release

Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy

Was pulled in Adam’s eve, I walk a path no man can lead

They asking me «Brodie, what’s the strategy?»

Or «Homie, what’s happening when you catch the beat?»

The game to be sold without the batteries

If I say anymore that’d be a data breach

I make a racket cause cats is half asleep judging books by covers,

even the graphic tee

I’d rather have me a ratchet with a tacky weave than a pageant queen that was

in a fashion magazine

Now hand me the cash don’t try and flatter me

I’m just staying active hardly past my peak

You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak

Laughing at theses amputee’s saying that they ran the streets