feat. Bun B, Hit-Boy & Styles P
[Intro]
Statik, wuddup?
Did lot
[Verse 1: Styles P]
Stone cold shooter, let the heater blow
Gun that a just main Twitter, follow the leader though
Up in the hood, homie askin I got my nina on
Adjusted his eyes on some niggas that he needed gone
Itâs like that regular, life ainât normal
If you dyin' to shine then ice ainât for you
If the sky fall then the sky canât warn you
When your head crack the dice donât warn you
Lightin up weed, pour that sour
In the streets in the mix like Kool Aid powder
Ride on them niggas, show em you ainât coward
Yea you got family but you ainât ours
Get popped up, oxed up, or boxed up
Think itâs a joke then bitch nigga then hop up
Cuz Iâm Ghost and Iâm still OG
This time Iâm with Statik and the Trill OG, wuddup?
[Hook]
Livin rich or livin poor
Funerals stay on schedule
This not season, canât stop the heathen
Funerals stay on schedule
All the Gâs is getting money and relaxin
But funerals stay on schedule
And I donât even care about the charges if they ain't federal
Funerals stay on schedule
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I walk the cold streets of the city with big heaters
Ready for cats, thereâs no one up, they dick beaters
Yea itâs Big B, the trill OG walkin
So keep yo mouth shut when the OG talkin
If I want your opinion then nigga Iâll beat it out of you
Iâm bred for the gutters bitch, I doin' what I gotta do
And thatâs got a lot to do with where I was raised
Original land of the trill where they roamin with Kâs
On the ground with the gauge, and they lurkin with ninas
Doing dirt to get paid, committing more than misdemeanors
Once the while the shit you see a nigga do in his life
Is the average shit that's goin on here every night
You can go to PA, til they beam all the yonkers
The young niggas wildin in the streets, going bonkers
Best thing I could do right now is pray for you
I pass ? the pistol nigga to lay on you, hold up
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]
For every nigga that say he proud of me, itâs a nigga thatâs out for me
Feelin like Martin Luther, Iâm standin out on the balcony
Niggas used to be close but I cut em off, call em equities
Niggas was in the van with me, only niggas advance with me
Bitches ainât wanna fuck, now they on they knees for a chance with me
If you knew what that bass meant this is my fuckin rhapsody
Feel like Iâm on Rap City, killin it with my faculty
High up off the ground, I swear Iâm defying gravity
An IE youngin but when I grow up Iâmma buy me something
I always knew it like the psyche bluffin
Miss Cleo of the hustle, I swear I could see the future
We got bigger guns than dreams, little niggas'll shoot ya
For no reason other than colors, he looked up to his brother
Now we layin beside him, too many tears for a mother
Too many story of hunger but fuck ya infomercial
I be out here in the streets tryna teach my niggas to come up, word
[Hook]