My Style Lyrics

You can take it or leave it Yeah, you can take it or leave it

Don't like me, you can take it or leave it

Still doing me, believe it

Uh, you can take it or leave it, yeah you can take it or leave it

Don't like me, you can take it or leave it

Still doing me, believe it

Ayo, hindsight, it's 2020 This is for my Gutta League fam

When we used to rep the city, it's a pity We ain't hit them harder than we did

We had a hell of a committee Nothin' but some spitters with me

Couple niggas actin' shifty, they were cornballs So we call them Jiffy, I ain't got a name drop

The ones that really know, yo, they feel me And the ones that say they love me

Same ones that wanna kill me And the ones that say they hate me

Really nodding when they hear me

You wanna hate me, then hate, suggest that you wait

Cause, homie, I got more on the plate I'm still eatin' just in case the people couldn't relate

And if you wonderin', I'm good, yeah, homie, I'm straight

A couple problems, nothin' that my heart can't take

I'm about to plant a few money trees and buy me a rake

And I'ma fertilize the ground with my past mistakes

Watch my future bear fruit, that's great

I rep' for the city Holla if you hear me

I wonder if they feel me now

I don't give a fuck though, you already know I know you don't like my style

This is for the city Holla if you hear me

I wonder if they feel me now

I don't give a fuck though, you already know I know you don't like my style

Big Lord told me time to show him up, put him in the dust

Let him know it ain't none that can step to us

No disrespect to the legends, but no matter what

Gotta take the front line now

Y'all just run her up, alien we here, wanna eat

Better come with us, bout to blast off

You can hear the engine revving' up

We hangin' out the window like what

They see me hollin' out, big bruh

You aint fuck with me back then, what you yellin' for

Yeah, I do my thing now, I don't need your fake love

I ain't dappin' shit, I just nod and keep it movin cuz

Gorilla palm in this era, none real as us

Can't pinpoint my style, I just keep switchin' up

So many flows and I got more in the trunk

For your step, think about it, this ain't what you want

Bet your homies tell you two words, just don't

I rep for the city, holla if you hear me

I wonder if you feel me now

I don't give a fuck though, you already know

I know you don't like my style

This is for the city, holla if you hear me

I wonder if you feel me now

I don't give a fuck though you already know

I know you don't like my style

From the Ford to the Boulevard, all the way to Grier town

On round to the grove, got them screamin , what now

You can find me anywhere, if you pay attention

Usually I'm in the back, chillin' with a chic

Sippin', gettin' on my JV, yeah, that mean I'm pimpin

No tippin' cause I ain't simpin', just bar flippin

Caviar jaw winning star in da making

Y'all ain't up to par with him, line sharper than a nigga

Mr. Bentley when I'm spittin' and I'm still on Catherine Simmons

Smack dab in the hood, still livin', still cookin' up that good shit

I stay in the kitchen, red hot chili pepper

Get away, I blaze with them, now they say they freestylin

Guess I'll turn the page with them back in the day

Was amazed with them, I'm that dude now

Cause I control the rhythm, take a listen

Before the end, you'll be nodding with them

I'm reppin' for the city

Holla if you hear me

I wonder if you feel me now

I don't give a fuck though, you already know

I know you don't like my style

This is for the city

Holla if you hear me

I wonder if you feel me now

I don't give a fuck though, you already know

I know you don't like my style