[Verse] My musics out I'm feeling like a king They governing my tracks like they indicten them things 3 m3's in my garage triple beam dreams Debates grow in the bay bout who gone take the scene I seen it all, salute to the truth From general to major still they at ease when shoot She bust down, for some loot and a stick bumble gum That candy in her gnaw got her talking but yet her gums numb Numb to the pain People enslaved My pipe dreams coincide with Dr. Kings way You weigh it out, you gon see a n***a was never playing I'm John Travolta with warning signs on your posters You posers, you ain't supposed to cup these bars with a coaster Cause fire I brought Came a little to hot That flame I blew Or bright red piru Tilique still represented for the d**h of his crew, real talk [Hook] That's the style of it(x5) [Skit] Yo, you seen these n***as? These mothaf**as out here just copying and sh** man. All these mothaf**as sound the same look the same. That's the style? That's what your generation represents? Man ya'll wack man. sh** sounds real f**en familiar man. You know, That's why I f** with you though. Cause you be tryna do, do a little different sh**. You know what I'm sayin? That's why I'm feelin you right now. Im not tryna hear that same sh** over and over again. I can do better than that