[Verse STS]
Ralph Lauren; Wimbledon
Racquets on the emblem
This ain't what you used to although it might resemble them
Coming from the south where you don't need a pair of Timberlands
Polo ranger boots for the winter, y'all remember them?
Lifestyle logos don't let that define me
I think independent ain't no labels get behind me
A letter to fans at the end I sign me
Ahead of my time so you might want to rewind me
Dipping with a dime piece
Dime in my dutchie
Wood grain wheel, my Alpine sound lovely
I'm sitting at the light, I got the whole world in front of me
I know it sound nice baby but this ain't where I want to be
A&R's front on me, you know the industries shit
Admit I rap my ass off but they don't hear a hit
I ain't hearing what they saying when they tell me I should quit
I know a pussy when I see one because they all ride dicks

[Hook:]
Check the rhyme y'all one time yall
I wanna do it for my n***a on the grind ya'll
(This is for you, this is for you, this is for you this is for you this is for you this is for you.)
Give him a hand y'all this is for the fans yall
So I got to give them all that they demand ...
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[Verse STS]
My fly kicks getting scuffed 'cause the grind so tough
Gimme reason to go and shop so I don't mind so much
I spend evenings blowing weed, writing rhymes and stuff
There's no handle on the flow; like a designers clutch
Part one was just a test run, now we on some new shit
1.2 was just some gift from me to you shit
Answers they demand more
I'm putting more into it
I'm speaking for a number of n***as this is a movement
My face is on the front line [?] waiting on the punchline
I ain't joking with you when I tell you this is crunch time
Sitting on a goldmine, ball on the goal line
We gotta make a play or else we headed into overtime
I got to get it off it's weighing heavy on my heart
They told me dumb it down a bit the listeners ain't that smart
I got a public education so don't pull that card
And I'm a fan first so really I feel they disrespecting y'all

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[Verse STS]
Checking my call log, got a message from my dog
Say when I get some free time to give him a call
But I'm trying to serve y'all like Rafeal Nadal
So 'til my point gets a crossed I turn my BlackBerry off
It's bigger than the boss and way deeper than rap
When I'm on the road to riches like Kool G Rap
Look a man in his eyes when he give me dap
We do business with a handshake can you grasp that?
Sugar Tongue Slim, this is game that I'm given
I guess the name trying to stick out like Gene Simmons
The name's just a monicker of how I was living
I had a love affair with pimping, my life is a little different
Still sipping on the XO listening to Esco
My dues been deposited they sitting in the Escro
Wall street journal n***a, you a daily metro
For those who can't identify
Just call me U.F.O

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