Here 4 Awhile (feat. Nate Bone, Bou & Nast B)

I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child I'ma be here a while I got style, baby I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child I'ma be here a while I got style, baby Thank God for the life I got In this air I breathe In this heat I spit my flows They dipped in kerosene What if I ain't leave that block? What if I was scared to dream Probably be a hall of fame Corner boy like Daryl Green Remember them days I ain't have I see more roaches than daddies To me, a wrist made it happen Now I'm a hustlin' fanatic I put in work, got respect Check them L's with no regrets I flex to motivate the next Could not from guarantee Snap, I said I been had to stop You posted with him on the block But you ain't show to his tribe I'm thankin' God for my lil' daughter And her beautiful smile I lost two brothers in a year This shit I'm seein' is wild This shit I'm seein' is not what I thought Regrettin' shit I shouldn't have bought Stashin' bread inside the vault For missions where we ain't get caught Now it's like the hard work payin' off We got this shit on lock I can do designer when I want And look good with my rock I'm humble, I trap in my crop Was jammin' till the shit got hot Time don't stop for no one What's the point of starin' at the clock? Keep it clean, we robbin I got tribal wars, I sold a lot Was hoopin' till my shoulder popped I took a break but never stopped I need the peace of mind I'm still tryin' to reach the blind It's only two ways out You know that's how the streets design I got my name from bein' me You had to crash out And it was times I ain't had shit I gave my last thought I got some habits I'm a jam until I pass out I ain't got shit to hide I'm livin' in a glass house We on our way I'm breakin' curses that been passed down So just be patient We gon' make it I got fans now I had put the grams down And put the pain in the mic This for all my niggas in the struggle Tryin' to change they life That's for the better I had wrote the streets a letter Sealed it with a vendetta Hope you hear me clear Cold nights with the white We had federal fears I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't drop several tears We chasin' better days It's time we elevate The streets get heavy on my shoulders This ain't featherweight I write these rhymes to ease my mind Music my getaway F*ck wastin' time Get on your grind We gotta dedicate I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child I'ma be here a while I got style, baby I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child I'ma be here a while I got style, baby I got style, baby I got style, baby I got style, baby I got style, baby