U.L. Style Ghetto Concept (Ft. Infinite, Jelleestone & Madlocks)

I'll get to you
Big up to self
Will be shattered
This is the universal struggle between
Living god and the islands of death
There's not many days left
For these eatings to end up on top of the food chain
Armageddon
Strain on the bread
Fox in the hen
We getting fed like Honest Ed

This is meat market man!

Yo! Niggas is killin' me
Herb cassadies
Got tons of strategies
How many tragedies
I burn a bag of trees
Take your academy
Got my mind made up
And no love for the folks and stars
Turn your over in your owner's tub
Nothing but hustle
Street light got the hustles
Got them seeing doubles
Dirt and shovels
Murder and struggles
Troubles
Profound troubles and more troubles
Winds blowing
Bullets gliding through alley tunnels
That man is lying with a gun in his hand
Silver handcuffs
Pharmacies
Chineses 23rd
The crucifix you get crucificed
Filthy bloody marines and dirty rotten
Kitchen knives
PC clique
Walk into my life
Mad illuminati on hundred dollar bills
What!