Lyrics:
Say any style I go enter
Say them no fit dodge
Man ah no fit to challenge am
From the Holy Ghost I fit be the sacramental
No fit whine me when I
no, that ain't my style
And I ain't saying that I'll ever get over you
But it's as close as I've been in a long long while
I bet you never think of me,
Blind lead the blind we define
From way back
Drifting on a memory
We make styles
So every one remember we
Introduction pin point what we discussing
New whip, fleX different, ILL nigga shitting...
Thought about quitting I admit it...
My bm could never be replaced by you bitches
I don’t care if
to the shit end
Ima keep going yo the backend
Finale jump shot for the game win
Want the life style where you do it big
Bitch I wana do it big like I never did
Chorus:
I'm so up she like my style, yea
No chasing we stay for miles, yea
Been breaking hearts like for a while, yea
Chasing dreams like i'm a child
style!]
Pen for hire, started in the choir
Blinked and lost my vision, still the devil is a liar
Face my tribulations, link up with the rap messiah
Step into the scene, drippin’ head to toe,
Swagger on a hundred, you already know.
Rockin’ fresh kicks, hoodie on tight,
When I walk by, they all
She was surrounded by the people that she loved the most
But she couldn't remember why we were there
Then she'd look around and realize and with
Verse 1
(Rapper 1)
We’re kings in the bubbles, Honor Roll trouble,
Class passin’ by while the jets rumble.
Campus lightin’ up, but we got our own
Back with another one, hands in the air, celebratin',
Got the bass bumpin', hearts thumpin', no hesitatin',
Vintage style, got 'em wild, beats
the facial value of your ballyhoo
See, my style is rather passive but I can get aggressive
Brothers get done when they try to be impressive
Cause I do not
a lotta Rolexes
I'ma buy 'em off of these niggas right after the 'demic
I can show you a style, I can show you a rapping
After all this shit that
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
where the royals play
Camden markets, heavyweight flows
Thames got secrets, only London knows
Buckingham to Brixton, my style just glows
Spitting it raw,
burn yourself
I'll haunt you when I die
I'll scare you when you're by yourself
Nobody like me
City hopping, switch styles like hotels
You'll be mine
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
by any means necessary
Mic check, still rockin' best
Anybody sleepin' on us we can lay that shit to rest
Right, so when you see the emcees show respect
a murder route, I'm out
My raps play the part like in Get Smart
Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
I stopped counting the miles, and forgot what you said
I was hoping we were different, but it went to your head
Dropped back into style, but it's
and slow
Cause that's porn star dancin'
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With
I'm like Samson -- Samson to Delilah
There's no denyin', You can try to hang
But you'll keep tryin' to get my style
Over and over, practice makes
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow
So copying styles if you're a one of a kind
Oh Yeah! Alright!
Tough looking star, painted in
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