A young negro, A criminal hero
Stay dressing in old gold
Belligerent ignorant asshole
I'm sweet to the ladies, I'm macho
Valorous valiant vato, I'm so cold
Nigga I'm bad like Michael
With the bell pepper nose And the curly Afro
I said I'm cold ice cold, But spit fire uh-oh
Always ahead young, We moving in different time zones
That's not new
I️ guess I'll spit like Wayne in '02
Like a country hick with the flu That got tobacco to chew
I grew up on the east side, Where only metal birds flew
And if you hit by one of them you'll need a doctor or two
We got smuts, shones and slides making dicks go achoo
It's all good, you feel good until your dick gets the flu
(But who are you)
Call me Stylz an arrogant barbarian,
Son of rolling stone and the streets was my surrogate
Nerdy Negus I knew the game but acted a fool
Now I'm the proof I came to you to tell a story or two
My name is Stylz
Say who the f*ck is Stylz
They asking who the f*ck is Stylz
Aye who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
I'm guessing I'll come back and back track
You might've not caught that
Lemme put on my backpack hat
Don't call it a comeback I been here
Striking you niggas fears like Freddy don't shed a tear wait
A moment for Freddy and all his peers
I'm black jack And all lives matter I shed a tear
For they families the tragedies muddy I'll make it clear
If you ever touch one that's mine you'll disappear, bitch
But back to the music though
If you think I'm a thug
Then you kinda delusional
I'm just painting pictures
But it's not an illusion yo
I think it's bout time
I stop performing this musical
Welcome back to the real shit
They call me Vet I'm not your legal type of fella
Hell I might just f*ck the world
My money blue my shorty yella
Tend to, make paper, off paper & pencils
Test my progression now you feel the tension
Pessimistic till they listen now my name is all they mention, I never question All that was, was supposed to happen
Shout out vibe lane
My brother dropped a classic
And Stylz on the way
I'm just saying, city active
Still pack a pump and pistol, im ready for the war
But learned to let the bull pass like a matador
And pitch a verse like a lateral
Adderall was on my plate wit teddy gram the book was animorphs
And of course,
64 instrumentals my Nintendo
The Phoenix of Arizona
Hotter than all the rest
Flying outta my nest
Think I came back like Martin did
The reason for all of this arson I'm causing is awesome, I toss into the river if they ain't f*ckin wit us, I promise
I keep it honest
On 71st and Olive
Grew up on 27th
I am the Phoenix god
A profit pocketing profits
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A young negro, A criminal hero
Stay dressing in old gold
Belligerent ignorant asshole
I'm sweet to the ladies, I'm macho
Valorous valiant vato, I'm so cold
Nigga I'm bad like Michael
With the bell pepper nose And the curly Afro
I said I'm cold ice cold, But spit fire uh-oh
Always ahead young, We moving in different time zones
That's not new
I️ guess I'll spit like Wayne in '02
Like a country hick with the flu That got tobacco to chew
I grew up on the east side, Where only metal birds flew
And if you hit by one of them you'll need a doctor or two
We got smuts, shones and slides making dicks go achoo
It's all good, you feel good until your dick gets the flu
(But who are you)
Call me Stylz an arrogant barbarian,
Son of rolling stone and the streets was my surrogate
Nerdy Negus I knew the game but acted a fool
Now I'm the proof I came to you to tell a story or two
My name is Stylz
Say who the f*ck is Stylz
They asking who the f*ck is Stylz
Aye who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
I'm guessing I'll come back and back track
You might've not caught that
Lemme put on my backpack hat
Don't call it a comeback I been here
Striking you niggas fears like Freddy don't shed a tear wait
A moment for Freddy and all his peers
I'm black jack And all lives matter I shed a tear
For they families the tragedies muddy I'll make it clear
If you ever touch one that's mine you'll disappear, bitch
But back to the music though
If you think I'm a thug
Then you kinda delusional
I'm just painting pictures
But it's not an illusion yo
I think it's bout time
I stop performing this musical
Welcome back to the real shit
They call me Vet I'm not your legal type of fella
Hell I might just f*ck the world
My money blue my shorty yella
Tend to, make paper, off paper & pencils
Test my progression now you feel the tension
Pessimistic till they listen now my name is all they mention, I never question All that was, was supposed to happen
Shout out vibe lane
My brother dropped a classic
And Stylz on the way
I'm just saying, city active
Still pack a pump and pistol, im ready for the war
But learned to let the bull pass like a matador
And pitch a verse like a lateral
Adderall was on my plate wit teddy gram the book was animorphs
And of course,
64 instrumentals my Nintendo
The Phoenix of Arizona
Hotter than all the rest
Flying outta my nest
Think I came back like Martin did
The reason for all of this arson I'm causing is awesome, I toss into the river if they ain't f*ckin wit us, I promise
I keep it honest
On 71st and Olive
Grew up on 27th
I am the Phoenix god
A profit pocketing profits
Stay dressing in old gold
Belligerent ignorant asshole
I'm sweet to the ladies, I'm macho
Valorous valiant vato, I'm so cold
Nigga I'm bad like Michael
With the bell pepper nose And the curly Afro
I said I'm cold ice cold, But spit fire uh-oh
Always ahead young, We moving in different time zones
That's not new
I️ guess I'll spit like Wayne in '02
Like a country hick with the flu That got tobacco to chew
I grew up on the east side, Where only metal birds flew
And if you hit by one of them you'll need a doctor or two
We got smuts, shones and slides making dicks go achoo
It's all good, you feel good until your dick gets the flu
(But who are you)
Call me Stylz an arrogant barbarian,
Son of rolling stone and the streets was my surrogate
Nerdy Negus I knew the game but acted a fool
Now I'm the proof I came to you to tell a story or two
My name is Stylz
Say who the f*ck is Stylz
They asking who the f*ck is Stylz
Aye who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
Who the f*ck is Stylz
Who the f*ck are you
I'm guessing I'll come back and back track
You might've not caught that
Lemme put on my backpack hat
Don't call it a comeback I been here
Striking you niggas fears like Freddy don't shed a tear wait
A moment for Freddy and all his peers
I'm black jack And all lives matter I shed a tear
For they families the tragedies muddy I'll make it clear
If you ever touch one that's mine you'll disappear, bitch
But back to the music though
If you think I'm a thug
Then you kinda delusional
I'm just painting pictures
But it's not an illusion yo
I think it's bout time
I stop performing this musical
Welcome back to the real shit
They call me Vet I'm not your legal type of fella
Hell I might just f*ck the world
My money blue my shorty yella
Tend to, make paper, off paper & pencils
Test my progression now you feel the tension
Pessimistic till they listen now my name is all they mention, I never question All that was, was supposed to happen
Shout out vibe lane
My brother dropped a classic
And Stylz on the way
I'm just saying, city active
Still pack a pump and pistol, im ready for the war
But learned to let the bull pass like a matador
And pitch a verse like a lateral
Adderall was on my plate wit teddy gram the book was animorphs
And of course,
64 instrumentals my Nintendo
The Phoenix of Arizona
Hotter than all the rest
Flying outta my nest
Think I came back like Martin did
The reason for all of this arson I'm causing is awesome, I toss into the river if they ain't f*ckin wit us, I promise
I keep it honest
On 71st and Olive
Grew up on 27th
I am the Phoenix god
A profit pocketing profits
Writer: Stephon Pamilton
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