Scattered Styles P (Ft. Prophe.t AKA Noah Styles)

[Intro: Styles P]
Noah whatup!
Lets get to it
Soulful music as usual

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Always smoking
Close minded niggas hand me and get open
I rhyme deep
Life is a bitch but pussy is so sweet
So is money but niggas is so cheap
Why dont you let me get a second and roll up this gold leaf
Pandemic or plandemic
Ask the wagon know the dragon when the man enter
I got bars and I'm serving drinks
I got plugs and I'm serving links
Tryna get the money like Irv did with murder ink
I dont never write, cause if I did it would murder ink
Take a deep breath, hold it in nigga murder stink
I am death in the flesh
I am life in the flesh
You know I'm trife in the sesh
Everytime I'm in the booth, I put the mic to arrest
Ghost!

[Chorus: Noah Styles]
I'm tryna go in peace without sorrow
Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets
I'm without a wound in the spirit
Shall I leave the city
Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets