The Old Style Lyrics - Strictly Leakage - Atmosphere

(feat. DJ Plain Ol' Bill) 

I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! 

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The seventh of September was my date of birth 

I got to the clinic and I did the nurse 

Picked at the scab until I made it worse 

But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse 

At least now I know somebody notices the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness 

I try to celebrate life when I can 

Most times I do it with a mic in my hand 

Sean Daley and Anthony Davis 

Twin Cities, they act like we famous 

Still nameless in places like Vegas 

So order up a round and over tip the waitress 

Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit 

Making faces at the radio stations 

A love-hate relationship as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it 

And I'm trying to have the time of my life 

Work for my stripes and climb a few flights 

Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight 

But son I'm to weak to fight, you got a light? 

I stand beside every line that I write 

Wrote most my rhymes to find me a wife 

And now that my better half got me hemmed up I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuck 

It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free in between these wings 

I could write a new joint and drop my view point 

Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins 

A little real estate, to make us feel ok 

I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today 

Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me I'll find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy 

So special, nice to have met you 

By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you 

Now gimme fifteen for the shirt 

And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk 

Set it off, it never stopped 

The only difference is now I'm eating better slop 

Look at your boy mother, employed the brothers 

Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards 

Every scar I wear I've earned 

Even the ones I liked to pretend I don't deserve 

But I don't question, cause God has vision 

I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission 

Taught ya'll to bank off tour 

So thank me now and keep my name off yours 

He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears 

He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us 

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