Act Like Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
This shit act like you ain't live that life
See me on the concrete them slicker than black ice
No one wanna touch me just like a crack pipe, maybe a dope needle
Motherfucker told you ghost evil
I'll leave you over there
I know the value of a rolled tissue back of chips, soda in a loafer bread
I'm still reminiscing
.45 in a denim cause I notice snakes
Gotta lotta venom in em
Thats a fact not a premonition
Used to dealing with boys, lil nigga
This the men edition
Looking at the clock like when
Cause i feel it in the air like when
Or its the air that thin
Or its the bullet like a song
I can hear that spin
Must be something in the air
Or something goin' around
Cause I feel so sick like someone's holding me down
Fuckin' with these clowns when there's ain't no circus out
Hit yo block when there ain't no workers out
Murk niggas that I'm murking out
And i can't feel inhale, exhale ​and purple out
And If you square, what you circle about?
Cause every crew got killers
Why dont you pull few (?) out
Im talking wide shit but im high right
Lot of y'all fly but you just can't fly right
Hit the wrong block again get shot on our sight
This is my life like (?)
My hood shoot guns like they shoot pictures at Paramount
Im blowing marijuan' niggas moving heroin'
Knockin' Biggie on the corner with they barrels on
I could go on motherfuckin' flow on
I lay the blueprint out on the table and cut the blow on
If i dont carry the 3 i got 4 on
Kidnap you and your bitch with the soul on