Lyrics U Like My Style - Shortie No Mass

I'm never holding back 'cause
Life, I like to live it. Give me props on the style plus
The high octave. I give my thanks, yup, plus you used
To come to all the shows to hear me rip it "In the Woods," you dug
The style, I got the goods. Couldn't figure out why you had
To wait a bit. Now it's my time, I hit you with
The 4'11" shit. You bit your tongue some odd years ago
Now you're on my confidence, sensing all along you love
The way that I convince. Time and time, you love
To hear a odd hook or two, said, "She was a looker but
A tad bit badder," sweater never not needed. Heed
The words: I'm never, but you love me more 'cause I heard you dug
My what? You dug my style

I never told a lie, might
Have twisted up the truth. Yup, I speak towards the youth, but, rather
Anyone who's rocking. Beats are knocking 'cause
My man Walt hooked me up lovely with the track backed
Up with the ill verses. Common curses get
My point across. No, I never front on you. Know I give
You more and never give you less, got to do my best to let
The stress not get to me, I'm caught up in the rhythm of the
Ill funk. I got a million odd
Ways to keep it lit, bitches talk big shit, man
They're begging for a lick. Pick your pride up after I
Commence to knock you down, sounds are getting wide and the lyrics
Start to get open. No, I never front and that's
My word, got to keep your faith in me—like I said
"I'll never let you down," sounds'll get you open, make
You get buckwild. Right now, I know I'm sure you like
My style

I'd like to give my thanks to those who gave
A hard way to go even though I do my best to keep
It real and rather humble, and, no, I won't mumble when
I flip it. I rip it with the best, I turn the stress into
Positive energy. I give my thanks to those
Who can't stand the thought of me. See, you keep me pressed with
Intent to get better like, "Never let her," or let
Me get too hype. The mic just sounds much better with
My dialect. I hum along to a tune I conjured
Up in my head, said, "Follow me now." I do
My best to keep it real. Still, you couldn't understand why
I sounded quite nice, quite right like your livest
Male emcee. I be 4'11" high. My
See, you've been impressed. I guess now you want to say you had
My back all along. Sing along to the song—I keep it
On for, like, miles. Don't front 'cause I know you dug
My style