STS - This Is For You lyrics

[Verse 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 sh** Admit I rap my a** 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 p**y when I see one because they all ride dicks [Hook:] Check the rhyme y'all one time yall I wanna do it for my n***a 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 ... (...) [Verse STS] 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 sh** 1.2 was just some gift from me to you sh** Answers they demand more I'm putting more into it I'm speaking for a number of n***as 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 [Hook:] [Verse STS] 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 n***a, you a daily metro For those who can't identify Just call me U.F.O [Hook:]