Proper Fee

Lyrics

I remember forever
What I would do to get better
When I was cruising Winnetka
That's when the crew was together
We use the music to severe ties
For the people in disguise
Nevermind never stop
Never look back thought
Just keep on going right
So that's what I did
When I got up in the crib
Just writing, split my wig, hmmm
Can't even think, got a block, I'm stuck
So I had to turn around and dig
Reach, reach
Pull out something
I don't really know why the beat keep bumping
Round and round we go
Pound the ground below
Sound of every function
Here it is
Turn it up
That's what I like
When I'm on stage live
When I rap in the mic
And the people in the front
When they clap when you hype
And those that smoke
Wanna pack in the pipe
That's tight
Aight so
Let me know when you just might blow
So I had to put it down in a song
With Styles of Beyond
And that's how the night go

Uh, you want that shit but not for free
We don't take checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can't come up with it
I can't make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It's all your fault
I'll make you pay you gotta

Problem with the sound, nah
Fuck you pay me
I'ma put you underground now
Fuck you pay me
If the club burn down mother
Fuck you pay me
Ten bucks a thirty thou now
Fuck you pay me

Listen, you want it free, I don't agree, I'm not a rookie now
So, fuck your benefit show if you getting thirty thou
This ain't a song about a pimp and his ho, it's about
Getting what's owed and then putting food in your mouth
Check it out
Shit don't quit when the clock is off
Get my chips, dawn and dark
Get dough all day whether right or wrong gotta
Gotta get paid like a normal job
Eh, no checks, just cash
No risk, no tax
Okay let's go we got it
Promoters so demonic
Don't wanna blow no chronic
I'm about to fucking vomit
Eh, eh you want a free … then fine, but
Not on my time punk, you gotta be out your mind
I'm bringing all the heads and watch the crowds
Hands up and they screaming out
Styles, Styles, Styles

You want that shit but not for free
We don't take checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can't come up with it
I can't make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It's all your fault
I'll make you pay you gotta

When you've been around in a while
But you ain't getting paid
And people bite your style
You want that shit but not for free
You wanna get a check with no respect
And all they do is smile
We don't take checks or property
When you wanna give it up
Say what the fuck and change the radio dial
So pop that mess but not with me
When I'm finally getting paid
And I'm up in the game
And that's what made me go wild
Unless you got that proper fee

I feed you
See what's the difference
Hear fist to bone
Today's topic
Fake ass
Pimps shoulda say
Niggas who think they
Better things
Butter things
She say she say huh
Player you mising
Upon another horizon
Choking on your pre-paid Verizon
High as a kite
Trying to pimp hoes
But you ain't gaming them right
I'd be the first to say
I ain't pimping
Just got a little juice dripping.
Come through for occasional hitting
Then leave with no bullshitting
Cause it makes no sense to me
When you make up fantasies
First thing
Gotta get a notch on your side now
Cigarette burns on a thigh's weak end
All good ain't gold
All gold ain't good
Better get it right
All ya'll ain't paying
Just sipping on the phone late at night

You want that shit but not for free
We don't take checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can't come up with it
I can't make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It's all your fault
I'll make you pay you gotta