me now right now (Right now, right now) I know you see me now right now (Right now) I know you see me now right now (Beyonce - Hook) I got my suit and
open handedly style, somethin foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays Fourteen years old
[Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my salmon colored suit
m being scouted till I'm out it Game time bitch I hope your proud of us King James shit Watch me throw the powder up This old G got my whole suite clouded
nigga opened handly style something foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays 14 years old
skinny Choke up that dro from the IHOP to Denny's It's your choice, real pretty skin tone Real pretty voice, that make grown men moan I like your style
the pimping game, that you should know But if you don't, it's alright 'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night When I was 3 years old
the house for the ninety fo' and If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman 'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan Them
you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style, baby,
of my girl's eye When we go out stepping on the town for a while My money's low and my suit's out of style But it's all right if my clothes aren't new
afros, black cats and fist picks Still creatin' boogies and the styles they want Now they try to move us for the styles we flaunt But I, seen it sunny
team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth
rockin cashmiere? Y'all know we don't pass there Matter fact, I scoped out there last year Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there Stay home, Styles
'bout Stylez and Sheik She called me and said she was in town fo a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise How I felt about gettin' up fo old
catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga I know your style, I've seen it before You wear an army suit, now you think you're hardcore Drinkin'
he didn't answer When they knocked upon his door Old Doc Brown was layin' down But his soul was no more They found him there in that old black suit
