Lyrics This Is For You - Sts

This Is For You

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
Check the rhyme y’all one time yall
I wanna do it for my nigga 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 …
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 niggas 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
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 nigga, you a daily metro
For those who can’t identify
Just call me U.F.O