[Verse 1] Purple triggas, East St. Louis code We the ones they chose when the room got cold Everybody bit the drip, stole the pattern Talk slick now, but the old gods had it AI with the crossover, I cut the lane Step too close, I switch sides, change the game Mr. T with the chains? That’s not your lane My whole chest say “watch me,” same old name Bill in the back with a sax in hand Daddy blew that horn before they took that man Speedwell tried to spin what we built by flame Bootleg grin with a borrowed name Devil say he wrote sin, that’s a cheap disguise We been here, same storm, same sharp eyes If you take what’s ours, we take it back Purple on the sleeve, never out the pack [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you know the code Yeah, you know the code Ain’t no copy and paste When we on the road [Chorus] Move back, move back Give us our style back Move back, move back Give us our style back Purple triggas, originators Fuck all you haters Move back, move back Give us our style back [Verse 2] Sean Michaels stole the spin, now the bruise talk loud Every old scar got a new crowd We want our finishers back, don’t fake that step Bring the truth back, don’t half-step yet From the alley to the stage, we don’t bend Every line got weight, every chain got edge If you wear our name like a borrowed crown Real ones rise and pull that down Heard the cheap-seat talk, all that noise and smoke We move like a lock when the steel bars close No copycat flex, no costume fit We don’t rent our spark, we lit that split East St. Louis stamped on every move Purple blood in the grip, got nothin’ to prove You can’t clone this walk, can’t steal this wave What we made in the dark, now it shakes the place [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you know the code Yeah, you know the code Ain’t no copy and paste When we on the road [Chorus] Move back, move back Give us our style back Move back, move back Give us our style back Purple triggas, originators Fuck all you haters Move back, move back Give us our style back [Bridge] They can take the shine Take the pose Take the sound Still we know What was ours Still ours tonight Step too close You feel that bite [Final Chorus] Move back, move back Give us our style back Move back, move back Give us our style back Purple triggas, originators Fuck all you haters Move back, move back Give us our style back
