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my style - tresdeka lyrics

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chorus:
my style flawless than a maf-cker
clean as a b-tch
i ain’t trying to be modest
but i mean i’m the sh-t
with a flow like cole
vision p-ssed like rick
n-ggas music spittin by white cells
thats probably why i’m sick
i’m the sh-t

verse 1:
my style make them levitate
went to casper
imma need a casket to eliminate
all these rappers think they spitting heat till i disintegrate
and leave them in the mortuary dress up where they feeling safe
mike with the stack now
felt with the arm stroke
you n-ggas sat down
i took the long road
so long held to era the throne
you better crown me
the only time i live up is cotton is on downey
and this is for my n-ggas back home that was tryna doubt me
if you were one attached to a pole then swing around me
d-mn
i don’t mean to offend the people
but when it come down to sk!ll
i most likely be found lethal
(dou dou dou dou)
i most like be found equal
with god in every meaning
put my blood in communion
where everybody been dreaming
i sacrifice it
you n-ggas ain’t half as nice
like the breath i took between those lines
you ain’t have us pipen
and this is just a sequel
we were never equal
that sh-t you rappers spittin even deeper than the street hoe
i see you feeling (?)
cause you see me advertise
ever since i let

chorus:
my style flawless than a maf-cker
clean as a b-tch
i ain’t trying to be modest
but i mean i’m the sh-t
with a flow like cole
vision p-ssed like rick
n-ggas music spittin by white cells
thats probably why i’m sick
i’m the sh-t

verse 2:
hands bathed in blood
like i’m out punching vampires
stairway to heaven
my homies can put you a step higher
never been a liar
in a rider
you a flat tire
end up like bookie if you try to play my empire

verse 3:
lions den
what you call g.o.a.t.s
is the fabric
i been through the lows
with high hopes
that one day i will have it
need to save em long talks
so precious of my target
and no i can’t fold
hold the microphone
just so captive when

verse 4:
young digger throwing that fit now
push me harder
you p-ssy rappers
all pretenders
better sit down
life behind bars
with these lines
i’m breaking out of it
my life is like a movie so keep your phone on silent b-tch
this insane asylum sh-t
hollow grips
hollow tips
spending breeze
when they test me
i need a scholarship
(waittt)
f-ck you think i lost it
i just making all the moves
but still can’t make a cross fit
(yeahhh)
you feel that tigger in your body stock
i was the best rapper since i was the size of his spine
f-ck your r&b, your raps, and whatever your team about
even when your grown
we still going to be something to think about

verse 5:
lyrical profit
getting somethin for a feature ret
n-gga i go hard
theres no need for a prestiges rep
they rappin
but they biting rhymes off the notes we kept
slaughter opponents
then we go raw till nothings left
these phony rappers
they be hot as these beginners kids
they in it for the prize
tryna find out what us winners get
the flow is unlimited
now they on that hater sh-t
see thats that type of sh-t that get em thrown in the gator pits
organize
f-ckin threaters
is what i ride for
my friends in the media families is what i die for
i admit my faults
what i gotta deny for
i’m including a positive message in my rhymes more
lyrics infinte
multiply times four
and its guarantee to leave another n-ggas spine soar
if any bars
whats you tryna steal mines for
you need bars
use a dictionary to find more

- tresdeka lyrics

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