13 Styles of Rapping!

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

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Aye, gang gang
Aye, aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Put that thing up on my lap, you getting rearranged
Four Os on this chain, that's a GPA
Running up a check, I been stacking easy pay
I might pull up with the stick, just add me on GTA
I'm the man, do you understand? Made a hundred 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 trying to make no plans

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics, I'm hitting 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 getting a minute to pop, got to get it in the shot
Got to get in 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

[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Uh, yeah!
I was pushing white, I was Pablo
Running from the feds in my Tahoe
Fuck with the clique, pull up to the block, though
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

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
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
Where's your ice? I make 'em say I'm feelin' chilly, uh, uh
Yeah, I am the man, do you understand? I don't think you get it, uh (No, no!)
Yeah, they tried to murder me, they tried to bury my name in a second, uh (Yeah, yeah!)
Balling like Curry, your vision is blurry, I think you'll regret it, uh
You better sit down on the ground and then come on up standing corrected

[Verse 6: Tyler the Creator]
Uhhh... my dick fat, might just go click clack, writing your bitch back
They was talking shit, well, I guess that I missed that
Uhh, I'm too nice with it
Itching for the throne, got some new lice in it
I'm hot, but the boy's 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

[Verse 7: OG Tyler the Creator]
Live in a grey area, all 50 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

[Verse 8: Matt Ox]
Yeah, yeah, get that money in my bank
Yeah, heh, yeah
Ah, I can't do this sh-
I actually like Matt Ox, too
That's- whatever

[Verse 9: Juice WRLD]
Huh, huh, I got to breath in, you got a new man, sorry, I don't see him
I might hit your phone up in the evening
I miss you and we never had to begin
What's the reason? Tell me, what's the reason?
I'm looking 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
Give my heart, that's just something I ain't getting back

[Verse 10: 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
Okay, that was fucking stupid...

[Verse 11: Kodak Black]
I can't look up to these hoes I'm higher then
And they say they lives are 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 wiling
Yeah, I can't even be walking round the street
I been up at the top, now, they down for me
I was making all my noise, you was sound asleep
Hustlin', then I made it on the count of three

[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 [?]

[Verse 13: Earl Sweatshirt (2018)]
I wasn't born Bible Belt, but my mom had a Bible and belt, yeah
Flow so hot, shit could make fire melt
Whats the clientele? I used to be too shy to tell how I had felt
Now, I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm swimming in checks like Michael Phelps
I'm home alone, getting cheddar, no provolone
Lyrics will crack your brain open, leave you with an open dome
Only 23, like the count of my chromosomes
I don't want to dance with you, I think I'll just go alone