The Standard
Tyson Sybateli
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Home means to me, The different individuals And different energies coming together to form one structure To just, Live cohesively together, You know? Like, Like home can be anywhere, It just depends on who you with And who's with you in that moment That without the other, The structure fails, You know? Yeah Yeah We don't bump your shit when bitches 'round nigga Bump my shit when your bitch is around nigga Got the snake tatted, I know your bitch aroused nigga Eh jo for real, You should've stayed inside the house nigga F*ck it, I had fallouts, Said f*ck it, Goin' all out My business all in your mouth G of the south F*ck it, Might pee on the couch I was young, Drunk and stupid Phone calls got me like Lucious Sending hits for family sake And pray it sticks so families rake How my pastures more green Past work not seen, Ex girl more mean Thick bitch flat out face falling on D Team clicks, More vibes, That's more for the team These links brought Hype more Maga that 'zines Red hat still sings ahh Let's make pussy great Grates my teeth I got involved in beef for homies sake Swear I got more than it takes, But I'm still fist fighting from an early grave and out The proof is in the pudding I cater no self doubt I'm cheffin' like Omar Gooding for big O's to account Life's exactly how it's spose to be, Everything's panning out This cold dish of revenge I'm serving is on the house Listen, Uh, Yeah Lord Jesus, Guide my haters to Careers24 My hating could be yours, My faith is for awards My lane is not on fours, My plane is landing more My Dame is Dashing, Bitch bad like Ukraine at war Lord willing this rock between a hard place Gets slapped like a Oscar stage, Acting up in all ways Bold of you to not say that I'm the male Beyonce This whole globe is my stage, I came home to Fridays That's Ice Cubes on cubes in my Seattle purchased lattes Y'all in the grass but I'm the snake, I'm slipping into my phase My best form I'm front page, I'm Bully, Bashing buttons for the man On that hot shit, Got the block lit Niggas talk shit, Get the block lit F*ck a thot bitch, They are not this They can't cop this, They are not rich This the standard, Where your manners? Had to handle all my demons by their ankles Really ducking crabs, We never messed with cancer If you the homie you can go and put your hands up
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