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The Old Style Lyrics

The 7th of September was my day of birth
I got to the clinic and I did the nurse
Picked at the scabs til I made it worse
But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse
At least now I know somebody notices
The loud guy from the Southside, Minne-hopelessness
I try to celebrate life when I can
But most times I do it with a mic in my hand
Sean Daley, Anthony Davis
Twin Cities, they act like we famous
Still nameless in places like Vegas
So order up a round and overtip the waitress
Got the ladies in the place going apeshit
Makin faces at the radio stations
A love/hate relationship, as if we waitin
For the preacher to sit down, and let the choir take it
And I'm tryna have the time of my life
Work for my stripes and climb a few flights
Try to keep the demons outta mind, outta sight
But some I'm too weak to fight
You gotta like
I stand beside every line that I write
Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a wife
And now my better half got me hemmed up
I'm out here rappin about whatever the f***
It don't matter just as long as I mean
Everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new joint, drop a viewpoint
Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins
A little real estate, to make us feel ok
I need to keep faith, I need a decent meal today, hey
And even if these raps don't pay me
I'ma find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy
So special, nice to have met you
By this time tomorrow prolly already forget you
Now give me 15 for the shirt and go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, ain't never stopped
The only difference is now I'm eatin better slop
Look at your boy, mother, employed by brothers
I try to make sure we all avoid the buzzards
Every scar I wear I've earned
Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserve
But I don't question cuz God has vision
I'm no savior I'm just the recognizance mission
Taught y'all how 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 and I'm fly, that's why they call us...
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