Okay I look a star in the making
Look me in my eyes I'm the one
Went and hopped a flight to the city of angels I feel like I've already won
Patna we started from nun so I flex that
I'm a problem and they know it imma bet that
Put my hand around her neck and pull her head back
Shawty know I never been a bitch so if you trippin imma dead that yeah
Born a rebel, always up to something
Took a leap of faith and hit the function running
It's styles
Baby girl and we up and coming
Gunning for abundance
I'm too f*cking hungry. Let's go
And The sky ain't the limit for stars
Come catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
The wind on your back and the world in your palm
Try for me
Try for me
Ride for me
Die for me ohhh
Cry for me
Lie for me
Not to me
I just need you
Hey
And the sky ain't the limit for stats
Catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
Gang related
Paper chasing
Aim for greatness
Wasted talent
Face it
May go ape shit
Ankle breaking
Satan's angel
Take it back to basics
Bitch my name Damien
Got rubberbands on my paper it's
Dangerous playing with me
I remain with the heat
I was trained in the street
How to stay on my feet
And my brain don't retreat
In my lane I'm gone eat
That's a promise
Ask ya daughter
Has to pass up her
Yes I blow on gas honor
Flag flying
Out my pocket
Back up off me lil bitch with your hating ass
Damien Styles - Limit Lyrics
Damien Styles - Limit Lyrics
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Okay I look a star in the making
Look me in my eyes I'm the one
Went and hopped a flight to the city of angels I feel like I've already won
Patna we started from nun so I flex that
I'm a problem and they know it imma bet that
Put my hand around her neck and pull her head back
Shawty know I never been a bitch so if you trippin imma dead that yeah
Born a rebel, always up to something
Took a leap of faith and hit the function running
It's styles
Baby girl and we up and coming
Gunning for abundance
I'm too f*cking hungry. Let's go
And The sky ain't the limit for stars
Come catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
The wind on your back and the world in your palm
Try for me
Try for me
Ride for me
Die for me ohhh
Cry for me
Lie for me
Not to me
I just need you
Hey
And the sky ain't the limit for stats
Catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
Gang related
Paper chasing
Aim for greatness
Wasted talent
Face it
May go ape shit
Ankle breaking
Satan's angel
Take it back to basics
Bitch my name Damien
Got rubberbands on my paper it's
Dangerous playing with me
I remain with the heat
I was trained in the street
How to stay on my feet
And my brain don't retreat
In my lane I'm gone eat
That's a promise
Ask ya daughter
Has to pass up her
Yes I blow on gas honor
Flag flying
Out my pocket
Back up off me lil bitch with your hating ass
Look me in my eyes I'm the one
Went and hopped a flight to the city of angels I feel like I've already won
Patna we started from nun so I flex that
I'm a problem and they know it imma bet that
Put my hand around her neck and pull her head back
Shawty know I never been a bitch so if you trippin imma dead that yeah
Born a rebel, always up to something
Took a leap of faith and hit the function running
It's styles
Baby girl and we up and coming
Gunning for abundance
I'm too f*cking hungry. Let's go
And The sky ain't the limit for stars
Come catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
The wind on your back and the world in your palm
Try for me
Try for me
Ride for me
Die for me ohhh
Cry for me
Lie for me
Not to me
I just need you
Hey
And the sky ain't the limit for stats
Catch a vibe I'll show you who we are
Gang related
Paper chasing
Aim for greatness
Wasted talent
Face it
May go ape shit
Ankle breaking
Satan's angel
Take it back to basics
Bitch my name Damien
Got rubberbands on my paper it's
Dangerous playing with me
I remain with the heat
I was trained in the street
How to stay on my feet
And my brain don't retreat
In my lane I'm gone eat
That's a promise
Ask ya daughter
Has to pass up her
Yes I blow on gas honor
Flag flying
Out my pocket
Back up off me lil bitch with your hating ass
Writer: Damien Styles
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