So Many Styles Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Giving you a selection of perfection 

No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression 

Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing 

And leave them sketching their next lesson, did I mention I'm not resting 

Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive 

Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative 

Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes 

You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes 

Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes 

You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you 

Guys begging for attention, attention 

Homey I was writting rhymes back in seventh grade in detention 

I have to send those fools back to the drawing board 

Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored 

Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more 

You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more 

Hoping you don't have no more 

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Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one 

Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one 

I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them 

Pick which one you like and ride with any of them 

Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one 

Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one 

I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them 

Pick which one you like and ride with any of them 

Simon, you brought more time but what you saying 

Quit saying the same thing over, it's over 

My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older 

Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter 

Way of life like a solar system 

Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen 

You got three minutes to make your distance 

'cause I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it 

Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest 

And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness 

You were a ten, with your attitude minues six 

Now you're just a four, stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch 

Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star 

It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far 

Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton 

When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron 

Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone 

I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone 

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Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me 

I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy 

People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it 

Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it 

Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me 

I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me 

You need to open your fucking eyes 'cause you still ain't seeing me 

My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me 

They call me selfish, oh well greedy 

Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me 

You said that they said something thing, you said that I said something 

Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing 

Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing 

Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing 

You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions 

Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word motherfucker 

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