Throw Down Styles P (Ft. Fred the Godson & Trae tha Truth)
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[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Ain't nothin' promised but death, but accepting it's kinda drastic
Momma scared to sleep, cause she visioned me in a casket
Black, say he cursed, somehow I feel like he past it
Now I hit the hood with a K and a piece of plastic
Most of my sisters gone; how the fuck is this shit apart of life?
Right after the judge send me brother to do a couple lives
I know I'm supposed to be grateful; the devil made me hateful
Lookin' at my dog on the table; condition wasn't stable
Told 'em "bring him back", but the doctor told me they wasn't able
Walk with me; I'll show you a movie, that shit you see on cable
They found my homie momma murdered, face inside her Bible
He was destined for NFL, now he suicidal
Damn; lookin' at my son, I only think to stay
Instead of thinkin' "what could make it worse?", I only think to pray
Cause where I'm from, they tell me all gangstas gon' die the same
Before I let 'em crash my dreams, I'mma fly like a plane
[Hook: Styles P]
Always a go-down, always a showdown
I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down
I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down
But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down
Always a go-down, always a showdown
I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down
I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down
But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down
Ain't nothin' promised but death, but accepting it's kinda drastic
Momma scared to sleep, cause she visioned me in a casket
Black, say he cursed, somehow I feel like he past it
Now I hit the hood with a K and a piece of plastic
Most of my sisters gone; how the fuck is this shit apart of life?
Right after the judge send me brother to do a couple lives
I know I'm supposed to be grateful; the devil made me hateful
Lookin' at my dog on the table; condition wasn't stable
Told 'em "bring him back", but the doctor told me they wasn't able
Walk with me; I'll show you a movie, that shit you see on cable
They found my homie momma murdered, face inside her Bible
He was destined for NFL, now he suicidal
Damn; lookin' at my son, I only think to stay
Instead of thinkin' "what could make it worse?", I only think to pray
Cause where I'm from, they tell me all gangstas gon' die the same
Before I let 'em crash my dreams, I'mma fly like a plane
[Hook: Styles P]
Always a go-down, always a showdown
I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down
I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down
But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down
Always a go-down, always a showdown
I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down
I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down
But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down
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