U Like My Style

[Produced by Da Beatminerz]

[Verse 1: Shortie No Mass]
I'm never holdin' 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
Sensin' 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"
Sweat her 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

[Verse 2: Shortie No Mass]
I never told a lie, might've twisted up the truth
Yup, I speak towards the youth but rather anyone who's rockin'
Beats are knockin' '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 beggin' for a lick
Pick your pride up after I commence to knock you down
Sounds are gettin' wide and the lyrics start to get open
Yo, 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

[Verse 3: Shortie No Mass]
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, Ma', I 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