[Verse 1: Styles P]
Keep it real G, any hoody bean
Sheek, pop the sh** off, cause it's hoody season
b**hes get it, too; light n***as, too
R and B n***as actin' tough, I'll smack you on cue
Got your k**er on your team, I got my ratchet on, too
'Lotta old school n***as, that been actin' brand new
'Lotta brand new n***as, that been actin' all old
Drinkin' Rozay, n***a, but you're sweeter than the rose
A fresh cut's, pinker than your rose gold
Sniffin' coke; talkin' 'bout you got a nose cold
Your whole crew is swallowing them E pills
f** that, see the homie for the refill
These rap n***as gettin' sodomized
Never was a G, if it's a snitch that you idolize
I don't even bum with them n***as; I don't try to vibe
I got the dough, for the show, then I'm tryin' to slide
The Ghost stay loyal to the clique
Want the whole crew to shine, like the foil on the brick
f** the industry, cause I'm royal on the strips, in the jailhouse
Saluted by n***as who took the real route
You don't wanna start, and have a body part mailed out
Or mailed in, right where your fam stay
f** child's play; I'm only into man's play
I'm the one that let the gun, in my hand spray..