Lyrics
In a class of my my own I graduated solo
I tellem life is good even though that bitch is so-so
The verses gettin hotter while the raps are getting so cold
So please tell me something different like as if I dunno
I dunno how I'm doing this
Dont give a fuck if you aint feelin
I fish for that money you can say that I'm reelin it
She bent over now I got to work, so now that I am drilling it
I'm down for that pillow talk if the conversation I am feelin it
Den its bye lady I'm gone!
Gotta get home
Need to the hit the lab
Need another song
Scott Joplin on the beat! Ya Dig
Let it be known Witz wrote lyrics he's the voice of this song
I know you know thats weird that I'm speaking in third person
Was born a gemini so I'm more than one person
I got my own swag
I pop my own tags
Dont need to borrow yours, I got my own racks
Now slow this bitch down hope you hearing all dat!
Thats that bom bom bom bom bom Stylin on the track
Got wings on my feet so I'm fly when I'm kicking it
The looks in her eyes and she wondering if I'm licking
A nigga like me you interested in
You're a open book and I'm reading it
I'm open minded to the universe so everything I'm seeing it
You say you real,while I'm being it
You local news, while I'm CNN
Couple years, you wont believe, you wont believe what I'm riding in!
Do this for the fam, and the kinfolk
Haters cant stomach bitch pepto bismol
Cant get the fur wet call a nigga Gizmo
Witz you wildin, naw I just tell'em that we
Stylin
Stylin
Stylin
Baby that we Stylin, Stylin
Tell'em that we Stylin, Stylin