Jaddo - Here 4 Awhile (feat. Nate Bone, Bou & Nast B)

I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby
Go play with your child I'ma be here a while
I got style, baby I got style, baby
You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child

I'ma be here a while I got style, baby
Thank God for the life I got In this air I breathe
In this heat I spit my flows They dipped in kerosene
What if I ain't leave that block? What if I was scared to dream

Probably be a hall of fame Corner boy like Daryl Green
Remember them days I ain't have I see more roaches than daddies
To me, a wrist made it happen Now I'm a hustlin' fanatic
I put in work, got respect Check them L's with no regrets

I flex to motivate the next Could not from guarantee
Snap, I said I been had to stop You posted with him on the block
But you ain't show to his tribe I'm thankin' God for my lil' daughter
And her beautiful smile I lost two brothers in a year

This shit I'm seein' is wild This shit I'm seein' is not what I thought
Regrettin' shit I shouldn't have bought Stashin' bread inside the vault
For missions where we ain't get caught Now it's like the hard work payin' off
We got this shit on lock I can do designer when I want

And look good with my rock I'm humble, I trap in my crop
Was jammin' till the shit got hot Time don't stop for no one
What's the point of starin' at the clock? Keep it clean, we robbin
I got tribal wars, I sold a lot Was hoopin' till my shoulder popped

I took a break but never stopped I need the peace of mind
I'm still tryin' to reach the blind It's only two ways out
You know that's how the streets design I got my name from bein' me
You had to crash out And it was times I ain't had shit

I gave my last thought I got some habits
I'm a jam until I pass out I ain't got shit to hide
I'm livin' in a glass house We on our way
I'm breakin' curses that been passed down So just be patient

We gon' make it I got fans now
I had put the grams down And put the pain in the mic
This for all my niggas in the struggle Tryin' to change they life
That's for the better I had wrote the streets a letter

Sealed it with a vendetta Hope you hear me clear
Cold nights with the white We had federal fears
I'd be lyin' if I said I ain't drop several tears
We chasin' better days It's time we elevate

The streets get heavy on my shoulders This ain't featherweight
I write these rhymes to ease my mind Music my getaway
Fuck wastin' time Get on your grind
We gotta dedicate

I got style, baby You can look at me foul, baby
Go play with your child I'ma be here a while
I got style, baby I got style, baby
You can look at me foul, baby Go play with your child

I'ma be here a while I got style, baby
I got style, baby I got style, baby
I got style, baby I got style, baby

Written by:
Boubacar Barry, Jeff Addo, Nate Owusu, Nathial Bivins

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