Paul Cabbin - My Style lyrics

(Check It) Chorus: My style flawless than a maf**er Clean as a b**h I ain't trying to be modest But I mean i'm the sh** With a flow like Cole Vision pa**ed like rick n***as music spittin by white cells Thats probably why i'm sick I'm the sh** Verse 1: My style make them levitate Went to Casper Imma need a casket to eliminate All these rappers think they spitting heat till I disintegrate And leave them in the mortuary dress up where they feeling safe Mike with the stack now Felt with the arm stroke You n***as sat down I took the long road So long held to era the throne You better crown me The only time I live up is cotton is on Downey And this is for my n***as back home that was tryna doubt me If you were one attached to a pole then swing around me Damn I don't mean to offend the people But when it come down to sk** I most likely be found lethal (Dou Dou Dou Dou) I most like be found equal With God in every meaning Put my blood in communion Where everybody been dreaming I sacrifice it You n***as ain't half as nice Like the breath I took between those lines You ain't have us pipen And this is just a sequel We were never equal That sh** you rappers spittin even deeper than the street hoe I see you feeling (?) Cause you see me advertise Ever since I let Chorus: My style flawless than a maf**er Clean as a b**h I ain't trying to be modest But I mean i'm the sh** With a flow like Cole Vision pa**ed like rick n***as music spittin by white cells Thats probably why i'm sick I'm the sh** Verse 2: Hands bathed in blood Like I'm out punching vampires Stairway to heaven My homies can put you a step higher Never been a liar In a rider You a flat tire End up like Bookie if you try to play my empire Verse 3: Lions den What you call G.O.A.T.S Is the fabric I been through the lows With high hopes That one day I will have it Need to save em long talks So precious of my target And no I can't fold Hold the microphone Just so captive when Verse 4: Young digger throwing that fit now Push me harder You p**y rappers All pretenders Better sit down Life behind bars With these lines I'm breaking out of it My life is like a movie so keep your phone on silent b**h This insane asylum sh** Hollow grips Hollow tips Spending breeze When they test me I need a scholarship (Waittt) f** you think I lost it I just making all the moves But still can't make a cross fit (Yeahhh) You feel that tigger in your body stock I was the best rapper since I was the size of his spine f** your R&B, your raps, and whatever your team about Even when your grown We still going to be something to think about Chorus: My style flawless than a maf**er Clean as a b**h I ain't trying to be modest But I mean i'm the sh** With a flow like Cole Vision pa**ed like rick n***as music spittin by white cells Thats probably why i'm sick I'm the sh** Verse 5: Lyrical profit Getting somethin for a feature ret n***a I go hard Theres no need for a prestiges rep They rappin But they biting rhymes off the notes we kept Slaughter opponents Then we go raw till nothings left These phony rappers They be hot as these beginners kids They in it for the prize Tryna find out what us winners get The flow is unlimited Now they on that hater sh** See thats that type of sh** that get em thrown in the gator pits Organize f**in threaters Is what I ride for My friends in the media families is what I die for I admit my faults What I gotta deny for I'm including a positive message in my rhymes more Lyrics infinte Multiply times four And its guarantee to leave another n***as spine soar If any bars Whats you tryna steal mines for You need bars Use a dictionary to find more