All the Way Up Styles P (Ft. B.Steels, Cassidy, Oun-P & Uncle Murda)

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]

I had to play the block, ain't have a jump shot
The hood would love me if I go and get Trump shot
In public school had razors in my lunch box
Cutin' class beefin tryin' to cut ops
In Jr. High oh my we're playing with hammers now
We was bangin' so much, the hood got candles now
If there's beef we bring to where your trap at
I was popular before the gram and snapchat
Aw we cuttin' off these niggas twitter fingers
Aw we trigger happy BANG we hit your hitters
I DM your BM, you got bodied homie
She like damn they killed him and they got his rollie
Your main chick a freak, I pay for her first body
The year Pac died I caught my first body
My man like damn Murda you hot still
You know they tryin' to say Puff got Pac killed
I wonder how them people that love Pac feel
They like, Shug did that, that's not real
But you never know. Puff got that fettuccine
Let me chill, Puff might send killers to see me
Before they was playin' Drake records
We was getting these chicks wet to Mase records
Basic chicks thinking they famous
Cause they bartending at Lustful Aces