Just Like That

Just like easy, nigga I'm ruthless Catch me with yours breezy pushing that new whip Drop top new 6 white on white new kicks I'm just pimping cross the world like ludacris But niggas in the hood saying "mims done sold out" See me in the club and they pulling that gold out But they don't know I'm with the same niggas I came with Same niggas from the hood, niggas I bang with So shit ain't change different hood the same shit "ain't no half stepping'" on some big daddy kane shit I walk like hustler pimping hustlers language We don't know each other 'cause you hustle is ancient You way too old nigga, I flow like h20 nigga know Every place you go nigga, I know you Pumping on that shring that's right nigga I own you Bring the hook in now somethin' for me to zone to Just like that, a nigga blow up And do good now the hood don't want you back nigga, Just like that, they see you on the cover of that "fortune five" And catch heart attacks yeah, Just like that, uh huh uh huh, Just like that, You can't go back now, Just like that, uh huh uh huh, Just like that, You can't go back now. I'm looking for that sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper Yeah I'm a star but I ain't the lil' dipper Always been bad forever since a lil' nigga so bitches Love my swag used to call me lil' jigga Corey Sedmonds you need to bring it to the streets So now I'm just chilling in the belly of the beast waiting for my Release date, a nigga hungry as hell But I be damned if you catch me walking for some cheesecake I be in each state new bitch on my arm new twenty on The chain another six on the charm I'm a don motherfucker kiss the ring when you see me See I do what I do like I do it for t.v. I'm too hot, so now its all eyes on me like 2pac Riding round on my lap got 2 glocks This rap shit done made me crazy If it ain't about the money nigga "fuck you pay me" You was never in my class yous a bitch Thought you was shit now you class dismissed You story ain't real enough lies keep building up you bitchmaid Homie so for you I keep a switchblade on me 'cause I don't a gun for you ass I'll give you ass a head start for I run for you ass Fatboy I'm watching you put on a act boy I thought you was my man you gone do me like that boy But you know what they say and I'm calling it out When the pressure cook up, the true colors come out Vaseline in your ass and a dick in your mouth Sit back and got the industry tricking you out You're a bitch nigga, sell you soul or get rich nigga So I guess it time to expose you whole shit nigga You're truly mims, they last soldier The lesson for today is done class over