Morning Mourning Styles P (Ft. Oswin Benjamin)

[Interlude]
Bill "The Butcher" Cutting: Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?
Priest Vallon: Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancies
So warriors is what I brought

[Verse 1: Styles P]
A cold heart and a hot slug is not love
Them boys'll pop up, (It’s not love) leave you chopped up
It's a lot of pussy niggas, but it's not us (Uh uh)
Got cuffed, why you think I'm frontin' in a drop truck? (Why you think I’m frontin’?)
Grind and I work real hard, wasn't pot luck (Nah)
'Lotta work in the pot, couple niggas was shot up
The glorifyin' times of the horrifyin' crimes
But the more I see the soft shit, the more that I'm inclined
To let the real niggas know it's all about the shine
Let 'em get it in the sun, get your gun when the moon fall (Getcha gun)
Soon I'll tell the goons meet the Ghost by the pool hall (Meet)
'Cause when the rules get lost, it's a fool's fault
Take a smart man to get in on a smooth course
Singin' ‘You Will Never Find…’ by Lou Rawls
Thinkin' can I live? Now the crib got two floors (Can I live?)
Can't snooze off, nor take my shoes off (Uh uh)
'Lotta niggas is rude, that shit'll throw your mood off
'Lotta niggas is cruel, tryna' cut your fuel off
Watch your ride die, no jump for you (No jump)
They ain't pump you up but I bet you they got a pump for you (I’ll betcha)
Right hand said he would dump for you
Then he went left, are you deaf? They on the hunt for you
Maybe you just blind or maybe you just fine with gettin' lined
'Cause you pussy by design, what!