This Is For You - 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

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