Stylz the Artiste - Sincerely... (CallMeStylz) Lyrics

My bad bro
Yeah
If somebody say they know me, don't listen to them
They might have been around me for a moment

Or been influenced, it's just my third line
You bopped your head, I'm flow affluent
Leave you on read, delete the thread
It's so amusing, playing with your head

You almost dead, you need the juice and I'm all charged up
Don't wanna diss me, cause if I listen, you'll ruin your luck
I'm like a dreadhead leprechaun
Give me the gold or I'm running amok

Another accolade, acknowledging Afrocentric Autonomy
Breaking beyond an artist's dream, skip to C and went A to D
Control the convo, I curse distractions, it's Easy Pee
Went back to C and hit D and E, but you didn't see

You still don't get it, guess I'll start politicking
You see, whenever we see justice, it's just us playing victims
Just criminals of the system, boy, get off that
Be a man of the people, social media Stylz went off track

I'm bringing it back, like Roscoe Dash
I handle bars, wait no hands
Bit of a family man, incredible
Call me dad, I mean mister

Pluck the hair off a whisker
Of a lion, I'm lying, but wouldn't that be cool
I'm just a king in America, they probably still gon' shoot
What would you do

Buy your bitch a bag of new Jimmy Shoes
She'll pack it up and meet me at the crib, a quarter to two
She tryna nut, I'm tryna f*ck, so we do what it do
Hey Stylz hold up boy, watch your language

Know them babies be looking, them babies know more than you do
You the pussy that shook up now bring it back to the floor
Cause just a minute ago, we hit a vibe
And caught a ride that gave a similar smoke

It was a smooth cruise to a loose ruse
Turned up like a new boots, I'm sorry, did I mention
This is just another interlude
You can call me Stylz

Baby, you can call me Stylz
Yeah, my name is Stylz
Hey, my name is Stylz
Come on, you know it

My name is Stylz
Yeah, come on, my name is Stylz
Hey, my name is Stylz
Hey, my name is Stylz

The Artiste, know what that mean
I can paint a perfect picture with my words in your brain
Whether I say I'm getting brain or I'm blowing up brains
Or blowing his brains or using my brain or losing my brain

Sorry, my spit skipped, we'll call it a lip Flip
Another intro to this simple Floridian synth pimp
Bring the vibe and sing the tune, I'm sorry, I can't skip
Everything I do is fire from my top to my tip

I'm talking toes, why you so grown
Enough to leave your head gone
Don't play like you ain't crazy when you feel like I've been gone long
I know it's been a minute, yeah, I know you need a love song

And if you f*cking with me, Seknd Hazrd in your wardrobe
Consider this a letter if you wanna know me better
Or if you get on the gram and my photos make you wetter
I mean, if you wanna talk, trading knowledge make us better

We can get a cup of coffee
Wait, no tea, you know better
Girl, I'm Stylz
Yeah
Why you still here

I said this was a freestyle
That was it
Go home
Oh, so y'all just gonna sit here and wait

Okay, okay
I still ain't rapping though, f*ck y'all
Told you
Nah, don't call me

Oh, shit
You know what? Alright, alright, I got you, you ready
Well, that was the end, so, ha
Thank you