[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 n***as 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
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
These hood n***as know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch n***a fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless
They say that I'm dangerous
Cause they know what I came with
A couple of bangers
And chroam 45's
Couple of trucks
[?] couple of pies
Big ass hoodies
Black mask for the skys
Couple my guys
And I sware it be the day you die

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I been missing my prayers, I need to say them all often
Violate in the hood, that's a sure cofen
That's the 50 percent, well that's a small portion
If [?] best believe it's all bosses
I'm the one tryna recoop all losses
I don't give a fuck [?] go against all forses
Sat in a cell, and all I thought was more corpses
Looked in the safe, and all I thought was more Porshes
Hit the dealer up, bigger kit, more horses
Rep the stick up kids, go and take more crosses
I'm a big boy, that come through and make offers
I could buy the block, a lotta shots [?]
Have n***aas missing, something like Jimmy Hoffer
Time after time, but nothing like Cyndi Lauper
Nine after nine, cemmi in a green parka
Shoot your block up, cause I heard your team is talking

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
These hood n***as know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch n***a fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless
They say that I'm dangerous
Cause they know what I came with
A couple of bangers
And chroam 45's
Couple of trucks
[?] couple of pies
Big ass hoodies
Black mask for the skys
Couple my guys
And I sware it be the day you die

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I do my dirt by myself, dress bummy, hide my wealth
It's going down, Imma lide my shelf
Got my kids right now
I mean right now
So later on in life, they [?]
Robbing those that'll rob they self
Die for those that provided help
Tryna make time for time itself
Diamonds shine, but so do the 9's
[?] 17, that's under the belt
And I'd rather cry for joy, than cry for help
And I can't rely on you, I rely on myself
And I'd rather lay in he dirt, say I had my day on the Earth
But play a verse, [?] might help
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
These hood n***as know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch n***a fronting, then I'm leaving him brainless
They say that I'm dangerous
Cause they know what I came with
A couple of bangers
And chroam 45's
Couple of trucks
[?] couple of pies
Big ass hoodies
Black mask for the skys
Couple my guys
And I sware it be the day you die