[Hook: Razah]
I was raised with them gangstaz
In the streets where nothing's promise man
People only would respect you when your crazy
And slay you a wild child
And we rep them streets can you hear me
My people gonna talk to you see man

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I'd go to hell if my niggas was dead
Drinking liquor blowing L's like I'm living in there
Matter fact y'all food, I'm the dinner wear
And I can't go to heaven I'll be sinning in there
Listen up I keep two guns on my hips
Got a few hundred pounds moving on my strip
Niggas leave off the block when I'm on my shit
Got my hands in my pants and they ain't on my dick
Fuck it nigga, keep these guns on safety for what
I'm from a place where faces get cut
Niggas is taping you up
They gonna bring you to a place in the cut
It's real dirty then some 730 niggas start breaking you up
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade
Cause I got beef with niggas like me that will blast away
Listen dog, I'm tryna last today
So I can see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hallows to mash away
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