In Style

Uh I been going for a while Always showing up in style On my line its single file I been hot y’all just mild Pull up a beamer Where have you seen ah Trying to find her for all of this time Shit making sense but it ain't really rhyme Always on target I’m hittin the dimes Coppin the bag its no secret If I say you I love you I don’t mean it I been riding in foreigns but I don’t speak the language Haters left behind let's just leave them in anguish Don’t know what I’m doing like I’m speaking in Spanglish You wouldn’t understand its just our gangish I don't know why you gotta be flexing on me You got nothing on me You think you know all this shit But you know no more than me You know that I am the man If we fight you’d just get beat When I deposit all this money You’ll look up just to me finally found what you know You don’t know right Tryna face all of your fears But you cannot face mine Tryna rap upon this verse You’ll lose track of all your time Drop top she know what I want Y’all all know I do this shit for fun Scare em off yeah I make em run Get the chedda yeah I got a ton Ya I got a ton I always get it done My future lookin bright Ya just like the sun You know I be grindin But you don’t put time in I guess that’s a sign that I been going for a while Always showing up in style On my line its single file I been hot y’all just mild Pull up a beamer Where have you seen ah Trying to find her for all of this time Shit making sense but it ain't really rhyme Always on target I’m hittin the dimes