Day You Die

[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

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
These hood niggas know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch nigga 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 niggaas 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 niggas know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch nigga 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 niggas know what my name is
Walk around with this big ass stainless
Bitch nigga 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