Day You Die Styles P (Ft. Sheek Louch)

[Intro: Styles P]
I'm telling you, boy, it's like the second coming
Of the ghost
I been doing this shit for a while
Y'all niggas follow my footsteps
Sort of like footprints in the sand
You see them, but you don't know where I'm at
Hah hah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
See no evil, here no evil
I'm in the game where you get killed by your people
Them shorties in the hood, don't care who diesel
They can't aford [?]
Now the fact they little and in the dirt, they remind me of weaselss
Get them shortys a pistol, they sick like meezles
That's why I let you know that [?] leave you
Whenever I breze through
You can get smoked like [?] too
Yeah I rap hard, but I'm moving them keys too
44 large [?] dodge and weve [?]
An egle on a dollar and the desert
[?] get the deserts with the dollars, and the dollars with the desert
You wanna be a soldier, try to follow me to heaven
Or maybe in a [?] house, you on the dick like a bitch, but it won't be sperm I shoot in your mouth
Fuck the fame, I play the game to get the lute and be out