[Verse 1: Styles P]
Shoutout to P and shoutout to the other P too
Rest in peace, I'ma show 'em just how P do
Any rapper lookin' for beef, yeah that's P stew
Not the supermarket but nah homie that's KeyFood
Me, I do sweats and a bubble goose
A shit load of weed, I don't fuck with niggas I see through
For the twenty one nine, I'm comin' with one nine
I'm runnin' the gun line, not runnin' for one time
I was on the grind when Pimp and Bun signed
Plenty of bright days, duckin' the sunshine
If you from the hood you could prob'ly relate
Hop a gate, pop a eight, leave a scar on your face
I was ignorant, I ain't free the god to be safe
Had the European sittin' in the lobby with weight
I'm the king of the hard bars like a part of the crates
Yeah, I thank God for the change
I'm gettin' legal money, thank God for the game
I used to keep the pack in the airmax
Stand at his block, if he flip, I'ma air that
Now what a way to live
Our waiter would've died from a gun or a shiv
With a grimy nigga sittin' with your kids and your wiz
'Cause you spazzed out, wasn't smart enough to handle biz
Just inhale nigga
And then exhale nigga
I went bricks when the feds copped Nextel nigga
I slowed down but you know that I excel nigga
Mmm, would you ride for your loved ones?
And would you die for your loved one?
He be on gram flashin' money, they gon' bug son
He gon' rat, can't do the time then the love's done
Yeah, I'm just tryin' to school niggas
Never tryin' to fool niggas
I just used to tool niggas
Cool but I'm with the cruel niggas, yeah
Ghost nigga
Shoutout to P and shoutout to the other P too
Rest in peace, I'ma show 'em just how P do
Any rapper lookin' for beef, yeah that's P stew
Not the supermarket but nah homie that's KeyFood
Me, I do sweats and a bubble goose
A shit load of weed, I don't fuck with niggas I see through
For the twenty one nine, I'm comin' with one nine
I'm runnin' the gun line, not runnin' for one time
I was on the grind when Pimp and Bun signed
Plenty of bright days, duckin' the sunshine
If you from the hood you could prob'ly relate
Hop a gate, pop a eight, leave a scar on your face
I was ignorant, I ain't free the god to be safe
Had the European sittin' in the lobby with weight
I'm the king of the hard bars like a part of the crates
Yeah, I thank God for the change
I'm gettin' legal money, thank God for the game
I used to keep the pack in the airmax
Stand at his block, if he flip, I'ma air that
Now what a way to live
Our waiter would've died from a gun or a shiv
With a grimy nigga sittin' with your kids and your wiz
'Cause you spazzed out, wasn't smart enough to handle biz
Just inhale nigga
And then exhale nigga
I went bricks when the feds copped Nextel nigga
I slowed down but you know that I excel nigga
Mmm, would you ride for your loved ones?
And would you die for your loved one?
He be on gram flashin' money, they gon' bug son
He gon' rat, can't do the time then the love's done
Yeah, I'm just tryin' to school niggas
Never tryin' to fool niggas
I just used to tool niggas
Cool but I'm with the cruel niggas, yeah
Ghost nigga
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