13 Styles of Rapping!

[Part I: Future]

[Intro 1]
I might sip for half the day

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Future)]
Yeah, might sip for half the day
Swear, [?] make it back today
Fuck a check, I'm fat
[?] it Saturday, yeah (Gringo Beats)
Foreign whip, I'm winnin', been on road, windows tinted, huh
Baby, I'm sick, I'm ill-in', she want me to have her children, huh (Lezter)
La di da, slob on me knob, yeah
Pass the check, huh, fuck me in the car, huh

[Part II: YBN Nahmir [2018]]

[Intro 2: Quadeca]
Ayy, gang, gang, ayy
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, ayy

[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Put that thing up on my lap, you gettin' rearranged
Four Os on this chain, that's a GPA
Runnin' up a check, I been stackin' easy pay
I might pull up wit' a stick, just add me on GTA
I'm the man, do you understand? Made a hunnid bands while I dance
Yeah, I think I'm gonna need more rubber bands, go to France
I might take a chance, but you ain't my mans
Tell that bitch get off my dick, I ain't tryna make no plans

[Part III: Tech N9ne]

[Intro 3]
Jee Juh

[Verse 3: Quadeca]
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics, I'm hittin' your cranium
I'm a nut, no macadamia, brain on academia
Get my flow out in Wakanda, my lyrics Vibranium, huh
I gotta get up to the tippity-top of hippity-hop
I'm really gettin' a minute to pop, got to get in the shot
Got to get out the block, vitamins and my minerals
Military moments of mastery, maybe the general
Maybe incredible, maybe a man, maybe an animal
Eat these wack rappers alive, maybe a cannibal—

[Part IV: Pusha T]

[Intro 4: Quadeca]
Uh, yeah!

[Verse 4: Quadeca]
I was pushin' white, I was Pablo
Runnin' from the feds in my Tahoe
Fuck wit' the clique, pull up to the block, though (Uh)
All of sudden, you gon' ask like "Where the cops go?"
Not home, Dorothy, this a pothole
You a cockroach, swallow, the shop's closed
You might find yourself locked behind the wrong doors
Then when you libre, they gon' tell you that it's not yours

[Part V: Meek Mill]

[Verse 5: Quadeca]
Yeah, they locked me in the cell, they tried to kill me (They tried to kill me)
I don't want to leave the city, reppin' Philly, uh
You made a hundred, you can't even make a milli', uh
Whip's so icy, make you say "I'm feelin' chilly", uh, uh
Yeah, I am the man, do you understand? I don't think you get it, uh, uh (No, no!)
Yeah, they tried to murder me, they tried to bury my name in a second, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah!)
Ballin' like Curry, your vision is blurry, I think you'll regret it, uh, uh
You better sit down on the ground and then come on up standin' corrected—

[Part VI: Tyler, the Creator [2018]]

[Verse 6: Quadeca]
Uhhh... my dick fat (Uh)
Might just go "Click-clack" (Uh), writin' your bitch back
They was talkin' shit? Well, I guess that I missed that
Uhhh... I'm too nice wit' it
Itchin' for the throne, got some new lice in it
I'm hot, but the boy is too col' like Bennet
Like J, I make my pay, I spend it
I wave "Bye" to my kiddy days on my Billy Ray
Huh, tried Oxy, got clean, thanks, Billy Mays

[Part VII: OG Tyler, the Creator]

[Verse 7: Quadeca]
Live in a gray area, all fifty shades
Don't give a fuck, give a F, like some shitty grades
This that old-school Tyler, this that no-rules Tyler
This that bully-motherfuckers-in-their-homeschool Tyler

[Part VIII: Matt Ox]

[Verse 8: Quadeca]
Yeah, yeah, get that money in my bank
Yeah, heck yeah—

[Interlude 1: Quadeca]
Ah, I can't do this tr- haha
I actually like Matt Ox, too, that's- whatever

[Part IX: Juice WRLD & Lil Tracy]

[Verse 9: Quadeca (as Juice WRLD)]
Huh, huh, I got to breathe in (Yeah)
You got a new man? Sorry, I don't see him
I might hit your phone up in the evenin' (Yeah)
I miss you and we never had to begin
What's the reason? Tell me, what's the reason?
I'm lookin' for your heart in the bottom of my wine glass
Want you more ever since I let the time pass
I can't ignore that I knew that it would never last, uh
Gave my heart, that's just somethin' I ain't gettin' back

[Verse 10: Quadeca (as Lil Tracy)]
Solar eclipse in your eyes
I wanna see your hips and your thighs
You know I'm just living my life
I don't think I'm living it right
Like Keemstar, I get right in—

[Interlude 2: Quadeca]
Okay, that was fucking stupid...

[Part X: Kodak Black]

[Verse 11: Quadeca]
I can't look up to these hoes I'm higher then
And they say their lives is sad, need to get a violin
But lil' Kodak in a jet, and you know I'm smilin'
Got your bitch up on my line, I'm the one she dialin', I'm wilin'
Yeah, I can't even be walkin' 'round the street, huh
I been up at the top, now they down for me, huh
I was makin' all my noise, you was sound asleep
Hustlin', then I made it on the count of three

[Part XI: Comethazine (2018)]

[Verse 12: Comethazine (2018)]
I done make a band for the summer, yeah, huh, huh
I just made a milli', that's a bummer, yeah, huh, huh
I'm Comethazine on Promethazine, yeah, huh
I just made my [?] for the [?] ([?])

Part XII: Earl Sweatshirt (2018)

[Verse 13: Earl Sweatshirt (2018)]
I wasn't born Bible Belt, but my mom had a Bible and belt, yeah (Uh)
Flow so hot, shit could make fire melt
What's the clientele? I used to be too shy to tell how I had felt (Yeah)
Now, I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm swimmin' in checks like Michael Phelps (Uh)
I'm home alone, gettin' cheddar, no provolone
Lyrics'll crack your brain open, leave you an open dome
Only twenty-three, like the count of my chromosomes
I don't want to dance wit' you, I think I'll just go alone

[Part XIII: Quadeca [2018]]

[Verse 14: Quadeca]
—They don’t want me to go on a trap beat
They just want me to go to the backstreets
Selling rap beefs for some fast cheese, it’s past me
Wanna steer the wheel, but I’m still stuck up in the backseat
I feel like I’m being driven by all my passengers
I imagine a Tesla, but really I’m in the Acura
All I ever wanted, but fuck, I know I don’t have enough
Got me mad as fuck when I add it up, like I brag for what?
Say they can’t—