Stylin' Testo
Testo Stylin'
The way the game it's changin', I'm not sure I care to witness
Sometimes I look around and think, "Whose generation is this?"
My pen done passed the litmus, test it with resistance
And so I use this mic like it's my legs that go the distance
Yeah, I been on a mission, tryna help you see my vision
Maybe one day all these acts will disappear like they're magicians
Lookin' at they stats, like I don't see no competition
Like all these niggas is whack, don't see the reason why y'all listen
K-K-Keyz on top of your wish-list, CD inside of your whip
Might need a doctor's prescription, disease, I'm prolly too real Ain't need no big pot to piss in, I peed on rappers for skill
If fifteen [?] listen, next year I'll prolly see mills
You might think I'm on the pill, I got these kids in control
All the shit that I done been through put some years on my soul
But homie here's what I know, that we done made it out the gutter
Even though it fucked up, the whole team doin' numbers
Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali
Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi
Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy
See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby
In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill
Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real
This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel
And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Domino, the way all y'all fall off just scream "Geronimo"
This that propane kind of flow
Plan this all long time ago
Back when a nigga made honor roll
Back when I never say "Hi" to folk
Back in the class, hat kinda low
But now I'm on, I can't hide no more
But woe is me, they know it's me
Don't even ask and don't show ID
But this the shit that I've been waitin' for
So what the fuck am I complainin' for?
Nine-to-five, was in a wagin' war
Was doin' shows, they ain't pay the boy
I give my all 'til it ain't no more
It's like the more they love me, I'm hated more
But Keyz, he gon' take it (Take it)
Believe me, no fakin' (Fakin')
How I bleed on these pages (Pages)
You can see, we gon' make it
Genuine on the beat, I'm so anxious
Gimme mine, I'mma heat up they playlist
Summertime in the street, flow is blazin’
Recognize like he's so amazing, uh
But these risks I'm takin' at times, they feel like I'm wastin' my prime
Tradin' these stages and rhymes for deep conversations with dimes
Thoughts that run deep in my mind is lost in a jungle with vines
Awesome fans keep me in line, so often the seat won't recline
Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali
Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi
Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy
See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby
In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill
Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real
This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel
And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Stylin'
Yeah I'm just
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Ma-mama told me rap-rap, so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin'
Yeah I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin'
Sometimes I look around and think, "Whose generation is this?"
My pen done passed the litmus, test it with resistance
And so I use this mic like it's my legs that go the distance
Yeah, I been on a mission, tryna help you see my vision
Maybe one day all these acts will disappear like they're magicians
Lookin' at they stats, like I don't see no competition
Like all these niggas is whack, don't see the reason why y'all listen
K-K-Keyz on top of your wish-list, CD inside of your whip
Might need a doctor's prescription, disease, I'm prolly too real Ain't need no big pot to piss in, I peed on rappers for skill
If fifteen [?] listen, next year I'll prolly see mills
You might think I'm on the pill, I got these kids in control
All the shit that I done been through put some years on my soul
But homie here's what I know, that we done made it out the gutter
Even though it fucked up, the whole team doin' numbers
Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali
Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi
Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy
See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby
In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill
Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real
This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel
And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Domino, the way all y'all fall off just scream "Geronimo"
This that propane kind of flow
Plan this all long time ago
Back when a nigga made honor roll
Back when I never say "Hi" to folk
Back in the class, hat kinda low
But now I'm on, I can't hide no more
But woe is me, they know it's me
Don't even ask and don't show ID
But this the shit that I've been waitin' for
So what the fuck am I complainin' for?
Nine-to-five, was in a wagin' war
Was doin' shows, they ain't pay the boy
I give my all 'til it ain't no more
It's like the more they love me, I'm hated more
But Keyz, he gon' take it (Take it)
Believe me, no fakin' (Fakin')
How I bleed on these pages (Pages)
You can see, we gon' make it
Genuine on the beat, I'm so anxious
Gimme mine, I'mma heat up they playlist
Summertime in the street, flow is blazin’
Recognize like he's so amazing, uh
But these risks I'm takin' at times, they feel like I'm wastin' my prime
Tradin' these stages and rhymes for deep conversations with dimes
Thoughts that run deep in my mind is lost in a jungle with vines
Awesome fans keep me in line, so often the seat won't recline
Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali
Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi
Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy
See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby
In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill
Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real
This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel
And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm just stylin'
Stylin'
Yeah I'm just
Time I throw it back
To where I started at
Ma-mama told me rap-rap, so ain't no holdin' back
Now I'm just stylin'
Yeah I'm just stylin'
Made it all through that mud
Jersey all in my blood
Won't see my face in no club
'Cause haters hate to show love
So I'm just stylin'
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