This Is For You

[Verse STS] Ralph Lauren; Wimbledon Racquets on the emblem This ain't what you used to although it might resemble them Coming from the south where you don't need a pair of Timberlands Polo ranger boots for the winter, y'all remember them? Lifestyle logos don't let that define me I think independent ain't no labels get behind me A letter to fans at the end I sign me Ahead of my time so you might want to rewind me Dipping with a dime piece Dime in my dutchie Wood grain wheel, my Alpine sound lovely I'm sitting at the light, I got the whole world in front of me I know it sound nice baby but this ain't where I want to be A&R's front on me, you know the industries shit Admit I rap my ass off but they don't hear a hit I ain't hearing what they saying when they tell me I should quit I know a pussy when I see one because they all ride dicks [Hook:] Check the rhyme y'all one time yall I wanna do it for my nigga on the grind ya'll (This is for you, this is for you, this is for you this is for you this is for you this is for you.) Give him a hand y'all this is for the fans yall So I got to give them all that they demand ... (...) [Verse STS] My fly kicks getting scuffed cause the grind so tough Gimme reason to go and shop so I don't mind so much I spend evenings blowing weed, writing rhymes and stuff There's no handle on the flow; like a designers clutch Part one was just a test run, now we on some new shit 1.2 was just some gift from me to you shit Answers they demand more I'm putting more into it I'm speaking for a number of niggas this is a movement My face is on the front line [?] waiting on the punchline I ain't joking with you when I tell you this is crunch time Sitting on a goldmine, ball on the goal line We gotta make a play or else we headed into overtime I got to get it off it's weighing heavy on my heart They told me dumb it down a bit the listeners ain't that smart I got a public education so don't pull that card And I'm a fan first so really I feel they disrespecting y'all [Hook:] [Verse STS] Checking my call log, got a message from my dog Say when I get some free time to give him a call But I'm trying to serve y'all like Rafeal Nadal So 'til my point gets a crossed I turn my BlackBerry off It's bigger than the boss and way deeper than rap When I'm on the road to riches like Kool G Rap Look a man in his eyes when he give me dap We do business with a handshake can you grasp that? Sugar Tongue Slim, this is game that I'm given I guess the name trying to stick out like Gene Simmons The name's just a monicker of how I was living I had a love affair with pimping, my life is a little different Still sipping on the XO listening to Esco My dues been deposited they sitting in the Escro Wall street journal nigga, you a daily metro For those who can't identify Just call me U.F.O [Hook:]