Here 4 Awhile (Extended Version) 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, you can look at me foul baby, go play with your child, I'ma be here a while

I got style baby, yeah

Thank God for the life I got, in this air I breathe, in this heat I spit my flow, stay 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 it, I see more roaches than daddies, to me the 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 nothin' guarantee, but that, that's on the set

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 crock, 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 rob a mob, I got trap awards, 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 Designed

I got my name from being me, you had to crash out, and it was times I ain't had shit, I gave my last out

I got some habits, I'm a jammer till 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 dropped 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, Yeah

Take me away to a place where hate is far away, and they love all day

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, Yeah

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, you Can look at me foul, baby, you can look at me foul, baby, you can look at me foul