Death Before Dishonor Styles P (Ft. Brady Watt)

[Intro: Styles P]
You should know this
Hahaha
Really should
Death before dishonor
For all worries, even worries that are like

[Chorus: Brady Watt & Styles P]
Try me if you wanna (Try me)
D.B. Cooper, Miles Connor
Reek of marijuana (Reekin'), ah
Heard they put a wire on ya
Death before di-, death before dishonor

[Verse 1: Styles P]
On the day I die, know I planned the shit
You can tell them niggas that the phantom ring
Yeah they call me Ghost, and I’m known to float
Keep a zip and a half in the random lane
Seen some random shit, let the cannon bang
Super high, never land a plane (Supеr high)
No umbrella, I can stand the rain
I don't pop no pills, I can stand the pain
Pass thе nick, pass the dime (Pass)
Pass the Nine, pass the dub (Pass)
Yo, we super lit, gettin' super rich
Gettin’ super high up in the Astor Club
Yo, what's good bro?
What's goin' on, how you doin'?
I'm good, 'bout to come over there
What you got over there, that's some super pop?
I got some super poppin’ shit
Let me slide wit’ the Cognac
Light it up for the insomniacs (Light it)
Where the zombies at? Where the crombie at? (Where y'all at?)
A mafia, where the Dons be at? (Where?)
Strain game, where’s the strains?
Fast money, where's the lanes?
G'd up, don't plan to change
Farmin’ land, don't plan to bang
Farmin' exchange, hope we playin' the same (No)
I married my wife and I married the game
Married chocolate and I married Jane
I ain't twenty-three, but I aired the game, Ghost (Ghost)