[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah, what up?
You know who it is, S.P. The Ghost
Right now you're listening to Untold Scriptures
Sickest Mixtape out right now
Yo, Nino, what up, my nigga?

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Deuce-deuce in the deuce five
Hollow points, bullets ricochet on your insides
Men die, get buried and forgot
They try to kill me a lot but they ain't pick the right tool to come and pick a lock
It's the Ghost, Nino, [?], G Rap, wait
Godfather, let me know who I should castrate
Untold Scriptures, long walk my feet got blisters
Heat got me twisted
Long hawk pointed at a sword, I won't miss it
The corpse, I kiss it
Mob rules, our rules, you ain't get'cha fingerprint
Just another rapper on some singer shit
Two lobby, swingin' it, worry niggas
Mother fuckin' bury niggas
Terror of ast era this one and the next one
Still get based the same day that the check come
You don't want a knife in your rectum, American Me
Blood In, Blood Out when you fuckin' with P
I get it in like a esé, better yet the army
Gun shoot 'til the next day
Can't find a phone with an x-ray when P get done
Knock your fuckin' legs off when I seen 'em run
Whoa
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