Check it out partner, I don't wanna see nobody out here from 10 to 2
You see dude right there, you see dude right there
We'll lay something down out here man
I'm getting money out here man, it's me
And ain't nobody gonna run me out of here man
I got this late night ***
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
Tell me I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
Tell me I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
I'm in this rap gang, dope gang, time to push a cocaine
Hoping I'ma blow mate, one day, someday
Psychos in my mix mate, he say, she say
Gossip like a bitch mate, all day
Sell a promethazine, hop in weed crystal meth
I'm over the style
Ricks, independent rappers dealing with radio politics
After parties, merchandise, I shows in verse licks
Internet and typing, tweeting, trying to strike it rich
Flushing with my bra, cause I ain't got a jaw
I ain't hitting them drawers, she calling me a doll
Crapping and complaining like she going through menopause
Breaking out my windows, and scratching up my car
I ain't got time for this ***, I'm way too solid for this
I got money to get, I'm about to fire this bitch
I'm on parole, the government got my soul
They want me back in the beam, to shoot a pot to stoop the toilet
But I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
Tell me I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
Tell me I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
Over the stove in the kitchen cooking cha-cha
Ooh, a pickle joint, a pot of boiling wat-ta
And a Smith & Wesson 30 round chop-out
Man, I knock a nigga noodle down with this pow-wop
Gotta do whatever I gotta do to make it through
Cause if this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I got my house to feed fam, I'm telling you
And hella bills to pay
And I believe in myself, my nigga, this nigga on his way
And ain't nobody gonna put my hustle to a hulk
I'm trying to climb up the rope and wiggle my way up to the top
I got bars for days, I'm dope, and the studio now I'm stuffed
Can't let them sink my boat, cause I'm jealous they a plot
I'm hella hungry and I'm starving and I'm thirsty
Pippa, my money so funny it's telling jokes about me
If I ever catch a break, I'm buying real estate
I want the fame, the cars, the fattie, and the jewelry
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
I'm over the style
Tell me, I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work man, I'm telling you
I'm over the style
Tell me, I'm just saying, I ain't playing
I'm over the style
I graduated from a zipper to a birdie
I'm over the style
I can't talk right now, I'ma do my hands dirty
I'm over the style
I'm a one dollar near for now, but hopefully one day in the future I'ma be a cash cow
Kick back and watch my money pass
But until that day arrives, I'ma hustle till I rise, till I blossom
In the back of they mind, they know that I'm a pro
And once I get on, it's on, man, I'ma stay on
Like a birthmark
Long as I play my position and play my part, I'm smart
And I'ma stick with the same broad that I had before
If I make it
*** a video host, she was down when I was ***
Can't fake it
I be rappin' my ass off, man, I'm a mess
When I'm gone, they gon' be sayin' I was the best
That every dude that ain't got away with it
Lived it and had his way with it, in and out like the burger
See, the po-po will let you grind forever, long as it's no murder
Long as it's no witness
Keep it low profile, stay low key, they won't get off in your business
Fake it till I make it
And I ain't even got a crump
If I don't look like I got some money, ain't nobody gon' wanna give me none
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work, man, I'm tellin' you
I'm over the style
Danny, I'm just sayin', I ain't playin'
I'm over the style
If this rap *** don't work, man, I'm tellin' you
I'm over the style
Danny, I'm just sayin', I ain't playin'
I'm over the style
I steal and I ride
If they don't give my ass a job
I'll fly street now
If they don't send my ass to jail
Over the style
I'm tryna stay focused, but I got eviction notice
I'ma do a nigga head, if I don't get these speeds
Ay, Bruce, man, I was out there on the late-night shift, man
This nigga 40 was out there
Niggas out there with a chopper and two runners
Talk about he ain't rappin' no more, man, that nigga back to trippin'
He over the stove?
I mean, you know how it go
This *** slow up
Nigga oughta get back out there and make it do somethin'
And you do know that
Man, a nigga out here eatin' chicken broth with toothpicks, man
It's gas serious