On The Double (feat. Dyce Payne)

Styles P

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    Gettin' mad high was a lowlife
    Now I meet the connect, what is this lowlife?
    When I get on the ride, know what the road like
    I'm just tryna travel the world see what the globe like
    If you getting knocked by the police, know what the code like
    You don't ask for none, but a phone call
    Fuckin with niggas that break your bones off
    They gon' run up in the crib n' cut the phones off
    It gets scary seeing the infrared
    Gun sings a song n' you in the bed
    It was an alibi, you was nullified
    I'm just tryna flow like a butterfly
    Staying out the way run it up or you runnin' line
    With them dumb niggas that arе fool when it comes to time
    But I'ma buss it off whеn it come to mine

    They know my body what type and time I'm on, yeah
    Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
    Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
    Got a deal which you won't be sitting out on warning
    Just in black, load that piece
    This ain't no cap, go to sleep

    Tony!
    Used to move work off the next town
    While I receive a hustler, all I did was crack sales
    I don't care about you (?)
    40 at the jeweler, homie this is nut sales
    Brown bag lifestyle, tryin' go legit
    Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick
    Trapped into 3 shooters, first round pick
    All of them thirsty, they just tryna get a lick
    Used to had a shawty on side of the back
    100k under the mattress I slept on the bread
    Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead
    Had my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig
    Where I'm from you hustlers starve
    And staying alive is like a full time job
    Before you send me to hell, I'ma send you to God
    Playa reach out from the deck but still playin' my cards

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    They know my body what type and time I'm on, yeah
    Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
    Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
    Got a deal which you won't be sitting out on warning
    Just in black, load that piece
    This ain't no cap, go to sleep

    Nobody looking to die young
    But its a few smart niggas that are looking to die dumb
    Why you think that I'm high strung
    In the M, thinking the M's letting the 5 run
    6, 7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight
    But they rat till police [?] they hit the gate
    You're just a monkey my nigga, you're not a ape
    You're just aight with your rhymes, you're not great
    You said you G but you checkin' cities n' got a [?]
    Me when I'm checking the cities I'm getting paid
    Yeah, I get honour of respect you get the finger
    Right when we done with the shit, you get the blame
    I don't like the sympathy from you, get the grenade
    Yeah, I'm back on my holiday shit, hope it's a faze
    You should get a beat and a mic and get a maze
    I am ​like a book my nigga, its just a page
    Ghost!

    They know my body what type and time I'm on, yeah
    Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
    Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
    Got a deal which you won't be sitting out on warning
    Just in black, load that piece
    This ain't no cap, go to sleep

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    Composición: Styles P

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