I got stories
Empire State
Exes calling
I ain't hear it cuz my phone on vibrate
(Yeah)
But I got stories n****, flights of stairs
I loathe these rappers
But my loafers still the nicest pair
Fresher than the mortuary
Still digging these rapper's graves
Bravado of a champion no different of a Cassius Clay
Now ya girl caught in the flow
Like a labyrinth maze
I'm Walter White
I trapped myself in the lab for days
Werner Heisenberg, I cook the most potent
With the pen, I won't quit until I'm the most noted
And my girl, is as bad as Jada Pinkett was in Woo
So my rhymes, n**** you would think a ghost wrote it
But nah
I'm alive and well
To rappers in LA
This style is not for sale
And trust I'm with the business like a notch lapel
Women test my patience
Bringing drama like I'm Doctor Phil
If Drake is Keith Sweat
I guess I'm cool with being Johnny Gill
Until I mention that I wanna go solo
Bringing back the fro no soul glow
This is for, Thelma Olivia who passed last May
So in honor of her, I'm a toast to scotch and ale
Having breakfast at Sohos
Spending what you pay for rent
On one meal
Tell these labels I need 3
And it's a done deal
I'm reserved around people
I don't know
I apologize in advance
If you're offended
That's how some feel
To be honest, I'm sincerely modest with this flow
Effortless, auto pilot with this flow
I'm at secret events, you can get invited with this flow
All offensive, Donald Sterling, start a riot with this flow
I'm at Rosecrans and Sepulveda, Manhattan Beach
Recalling when my teachers picked on me to be the last to speak
That explains why I got such urgency to kill this s***
So n**** stop complaining
Be a man, and deal with it
Yeah I'm in the spot
Baby connect the dots
Don't entertain these local rappers
Thinking they next to pop
Cuz here's what they do
Invite girls to the stu
Start dissing me because they ain't me
But that's not how you get ya props
That's how you get played
That's why she don't call you back
That's how I know I'm legit
How you supposed to argue that
This that I ain't started, I'm a piss you off more flow
Repossess ya girl assets, now she foreclosed
Shopping with the store closed
Lanvin, Givenchy, Hermes
You can't afford those, finest garments
That touch her torso
Business meetings, in Beverly Hills, Urth or Urasawa
Asking me do us all a, favor and tell us more
Cush Wallace - Stories Lyrics
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I got stories
Empire State
Exes calling
I ain't hear it cuz my phone on vibrate
(Yeah)
But I got stories n****, flights of stairs
I loathe these rappers
But my loafers still the nicest pair
Fresher than the mortuary
Still digging these rapper's graves
Bravado of a champion no different of a Cassius Clay
Now ya girl caught in the flow
Like a labyrinth maze
I'm Walter White
I trapped myself in the lab for days
Werner Heisenberg, I cook the most potent
With the pen, I won't quit until I'm the most noted
And my girl, is as bad as Jada Pinkett was in Woo
So my rhymes, n**** you would think a ghost wrote it
But nah
I'm alive and well
To rappers in LA
This style is not for sale
And trust I'm with the business like a notch lapel
Women test my patience
Bringing drama like I'm Doctor Phil
If Drake is Keith Sweat
I guess I'm cool with being Johnny Gill
Until I mention that I wanna go solo
Bringing back the fro no soul glow
This is for, Thelma Olivia who passed last May
So in honor of her, I'm a toast to scotch and ale
Having breakfast at Sohos
Spending what you pay for rent
On one meal
Tell these labels I need 3
And it's a done deal
I'm reserved around people
I don't know
I apologize in advance
If you're offended
That's how some feel
To be honest, I'm sincerely modest with this flow
Effortless, auto pilot with this flow
I'm at secret events, you can get invited with this flow
All offensive, Donald Sterling, start a riot with this flow
I'm at Rosecrans and Sepulveda, Manhattan Beach
Recalling when my teachers picked on me to be the last to speak
That explains why I got such urgency to kill this s***
So n**** stop complaining
Be a man, and deal with it
Yeah I'm in the spot
Baby connect the dots
Don't entertain these local rappers
Thinking they next to pop
Cuz here's what they do
Invite girls to the stu
Start dissing me because they ain't me
But that's not how you get ya props
That's how you get played
That's why she don't call you back
That's how I know I'm legit
How you supposed to argue that
This that I ain't started, I'm a piss you off more flow
Repossess ya girl assets, now she foreclosed
Shopping with the store closed
Lanvin, Givenchy, Hermes
You can't afford those, finest garments
That touch her torso
Business meetings, in Beverly Hills, Urth or Urasawa
Asking me do us all a, favor and tell us more
Empire State
Exes calling
I ain't hear it cuz my phone on vibrate
(Yeah)
But I got stories n****, flights of stairs
I loathe these rappers
But my loafers still the nicest pair
Fresher than the mortuary
Still digging these rapper's graves
Bravado of a champion no different of a Cassius Clay
Now ya girl caught in the flow
Like a labyrinth maze
I'm Walter White
I trapped myself in the lab for days
Werner Heisenberg, I cook the most potent
With the pen, I won't quit until I'm the most noted
And my girl, is as bad as Jada Pinkett was in Woo
So my rhymes, n**** you would think a ghost wrote it
But nah
I'm alive and well
To rappers in LA
This style is not for sale
And trust I'm with the business like a notch lapel
Women test my patience
Bringing drama like I'm Doctor Phil
If Drake is Keith Sweat
I guess I'm cool with being Johnny Gill
Until I mention that I wanna go solo
Bringing back the fro no soul glow
This is for, Thelma Olivia who passed last May
So in honor of her, I'm a toast to scotch and ale
Having breakfast at Sohos
Spending what you pay for rent
On one meal
Tell these labels I need 3
And it's a done deal
I'm reserved around people
I don't know
I apologize in advance
If you're offended
That's how some feel
To be honest, I'm sincerely modest with this flow
Effortless, auto pilot with this flow
I'm at secret events, you can get invited with this flow
All offensive, Donald Sterling, start a riot with this flow
I'm at Rosecrans and Sepulveda, Manhattan Beach
Recalling when my teachers picked on me to be the last to speak
That explains why I got such urgency to kill this s***
So n**** stop complaining
Be a man, and deal with it
Yeah I'm in the spot
Baby connect the dots
Don't entertain these local rappers
Thinking they next to pop
Cuz here's what they do
Invite girls to the stu
Start dissing me because they ain't me
But that's not how you get ya props
That's how you get played
That's why she don't call you back
That's how I know I'm legit
How you supposed to argue that
This that I ain't started, I'm a piss you off more flow
Repossess ya girl assets, now she foreclosed
Shopping with the store closed
Lanvin, Givenchy, Hermes
You can't afford those, finest garments
That touch her torso
Business meetings, in Beverly Hills, Urth or Urasawa
Asking me do us all a, favor and tell us more
Writer: M. Wallace
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network