Throw Down Styles P (Ft. Fred the Godson & Trae tha Truth)

[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