Double Trouble Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Coming from the lower level
It's so evil, feels like I know the devil
Been in the hood my whole life, yeah I know the ghetto
Niggas got blow to pettal, and they be blowing metal
Get shot from a younging or an older fella
[?] cocaine and baking soda go together
Niggas is hotheaded, even in the coldest weather
Niggas is real rough, tougher than your oldest leather
Look at [?] you should be, they roll together
[?] seven thirty eight, and the old beretta
If you pussy, then we shouldn't do a show together
Homie did ten years flat, never wrote a letter
Told him hold it now, bet you we gon' hold it down
Life's like a big ass blunt, we gon' blow it now
We know nothing but the struggling
Fucking with these brothers, looking for double trouble

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
If this is PS3, what level would it be?
Many men free, [?] till the gun is empty
Tom Clancy, a long way from trips to [?]
Now the don gorilla be fancy
[?] two G's, whips don't use no keys
Look up, it's all V.I.P.'s
The [?] drinking with me half black and Japanese
Homie please
Still keep the shooters booked, couple computers
Some dutchies [?] ounce of that sticky
You know the god is picky
Black Benz or the seven sixty
Police watch me like new releases
My cocaine flow is bigger than a couple pieces