Chapter Five - Not Like This

Mr. Alexander Star

HANDY, Inc

Let's go

It goes down every time I show up

I'm forever young I don't wanna grow up

Gamble with my time you gon have no luck

I'm ready for the war baby I'm a soul-jah

Born witta gift that you can't take from me

Cookin' up the gourmet plate for ya tummy

Say ya rhyme syck but ya nose ain't runny

Claimin' that ya hard but to me ya look fluffy

Man you know I'm drippin' wit da cheese like Chucky

Bout to buy farmland way up in Kentucky

Wells Fargo yeah I'm droppin' off money

I pull up at the teller in a horse-drawn buggy

Man I flow clean like sip straight bleach

I be in the clouds where you just can't reach

When I'm on the block crowds flock like geese

You got a style but it's not like this

Yeesh

Like this

Like this

You got a style but it's not like this

My neck

My wrist

You got a style but it's not like this 

I just wave

Blow kiss

You got a style but it's not like this 

So fresh

So crisp

You got a style but it's not like this

It's ya girl Diamond

Baddest in the kitchen

Non-stick pan with the food straight whippin'

Chef game strong

But I ain't weight liftin'

Scones gettin' baked

Watch 'em rise and thicken

Soft French toast and you know it's handmade

Food so good you should throw me a parade

I do it for the love but I gotta get paid

That's why in a couple years I'ma start a cafe

Watcha say

Nah ahh

Look don't touch

Walk witta lean

Like I'm on a crutch

Hair blue-green

Money in my clutch

You could never be me cuz it cost too much

I'm a designer

Style is a must

Primetime gang everybody watch us