Atmosphere - The Old Style lyrics

I swear to God if you f**ers f** this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?) The seventh of September was my date of birth I got to the clinic and I did the nurse Picked at the scabs until I made it worse But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse At least now I know somebody notices the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness I try to celebrate life when I can Most times I do it with a mic in my hand Sean Daley and Anthony Davis Twin Cities, they act like we famous Still nameless in places like Vegas So order up a round and over tip the waitress Got the ladies in the place going ape-sh** Making faces at the radio stations A love-hate relationship as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it And I'm trying to have the time of my life Work for my stripes and climb a few flights Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight But some I'm to weak to fight, you got a light? I stand beside every line that I write Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a wife And now that my better half got me hemmed up I'm out here rapping about whatever the f** It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings I could write a new joint and drop my view point Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins A little real estate, to make us feel ok I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me I'ma find a way to make the right hand pa** the gravy So special, nice to have met you By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you Now gimme fifteen for the shirt And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk Set it off, it never stopped The only difference is now I'm eating better slop Look at your boy mother, employed by brothers Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards Every scar I wear I've earned Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserve But I don't question, cause God has vision I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission Taught ya'll how to bank off tour So thank me now and keep my name off yours He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us