[Styles P]
Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
That's what KRS said
The Ghost n***a, time is money
Double R, D-Block
Poobs let's go
If it's beef better move on n***a
Or get shot in the head
Or trucked over by the Yukon n***a (trucked over)
Touch me, lose two arms n***a
You might think you hot
You dead wrong, you just lukewarm n***a
I'm colder than the ice in the freezer
Butcher knife slicin' your caesar
44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia
Late night I'm pipin' a diva
All my n***as hyper and eager
In case I miss the hit, the sniper'll leave ya
This case it's better to give than be the receiver
In the M-6 blowin' the weed up
Comin' through the hood makin' sure that it's G'd up
I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I re'd-up
My rap is like coke so my sh** stay key'd up
Y'all lil n***as new to the slums
I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run
Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
Ask the streets who can spit a iller fluid than son
Shiiieet, nobody right? (Nobody)
k** you, you a n***a nobody like
f** with me if you lookin' for the rowdy type
I get it buzzin' with cousin
Six dozen bullets skippin' in the Audi, right
This is Styles n***a
I keep it comin' like gunshots
And you ain't said nothin' in a while n***a
You ain't said nothing, what!?
Motherf**er
Time is money n***a
That's all I'mma say, Poobs we f**in' out
See you at the finish line, 1