Stephen Redhead - Anyway lyrics

[Hook 2x] You ain't got no style anyway You got any clout anyway They don't hold you down anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway) You just run your mouth anyway I run you by miles anyway I'ma run this town anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway) [Verse 1] Ain't no time for that fake sh** This year we gon really go ape sh** Ain't nobody in the city gonna hold us when we out here recording 5 stars in the basement By law I'm a God no debating, and really I'm appalled by the gall of your statements Get involved or begone, no complacence What you thought, this was all entertainment Spielberg adjacent My style so irrational, not a hand me down, and it can't be found I heard your song getting pa**ed around in a trash compile and I cracked a smile Knew all along you won't last awhile, but you still with the slick sh** talking like big sh** This b**h sounding insane and a lame, and they wonder why I act so different (I'm sayin!) This the type of sh** you wish you make Lay your a** down through the wayside, b**h you're on standby, I be on hang time, anybody cosign you is a damn lie Words I'm living They mention your b**h like "word, I hit it" Second guess me, Ima let the rest see how you turn up rappers gon turn up missing [Hook 2x] You ain't got no style anyway You got any clout anyway They don't hold you down anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway) You just run your mouth anyway I run you by miles anyway I'ma run this town anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway) [Verse 2] What it be, what it do bro Really tho, low key, I'm the new hope Cut and dry, proceed, I'm the new dope Some say I'm OD but these fools know Folks talking on me, I'm like who know They know I don't speak, so they threw stones If I used both feet on their necks, won't breathe nothing left, I could turn a new leaf but screw growth Guess this how the facts go, ain't trying to give no daps bro You take mine and don't pay fines, f** that - I want half ho! Most of y'all look like dinner to me Parmesan and fish with some lemon to me I know you sound scorned when I toot my horn, that's what happens when you play second fiddle to me You n***as get a job or something Run a kiosk at the mall or something Sell Love Spell and some French nails, 20 half off for something You ain't hot so f** it Long as I'm alive, it was all for nothing, wasted your life with the weakest sh** It was dope BUT the rhymes and the beats you picked The real is back, happy Easter b**h [Hook 4x] You ain't got no style anyway You got any clout anyway They don't hold you down anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway) You just run your mouth anyway I run you by miles anyway I'ma run this town anyway (Anyway anyway anyway anyway)