Here 4 Awhile ft. Nate Bone, Bou & Nast B Lyrics

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

Fuck 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