The Myth

Styles P

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    Cocaine cowboys, heroin indians
    Drug dealer fly, which car to put the fendi in
    I'm in a condo on a louie couch
    New york fly nigga, california gooey out
    Mobster, know I got the tooly out
    Cops come, you don't even put the doobie out
    From the block, them niggas will make a movie out
    Everybody fly like they got gear from groovy house
    G'd up, know what you out for

    I get high riding out to the outlawz
    Broke right hand, load the southpaw
    Get off the turnpike, different route ya
    How I know they sent a different scout ya
    Trying to figure out, how the cat got the mouse ya
    Trying to figure out, how the dog got the cat ya

    From the hood where they let it go blat! Ya
    Weird science, simple math
    Take a cab wherever you got the rental at
    Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at
    Check the creditor, homie that fucking lent you that
    Word!

    Smoke break, at the table bagging up snowflakes
    9 Mil at my waist, but I don't feel so safe
    Cause a lot of niggas is ghostface
    I mean two face, bitches get yo'food laced
    I don't stay in the spot unless the mood straight
    I rather be mad high in my new place

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    Rather be mad high in my old place
    Wondering if the pearly gates is white like colgate
    A lot of dollar bills, can't fold straight
    Cause the knot thick, told you that the plots thick
    You in the way, you gon' hear the glock click
    God bless this ignorant and obnoxious

    European american, v's with the smoke tints
    Ten rack, black label suit with the smoke scent
    Meet the connect by the ocean
    I do my deals on the beach
    Up to my neck in the water, and it ain't sweet
    Cause trust is an issue
    The ice pick tip with the rust gon' hit you
    It cut through your tissue

    Cause you could go to jail, niggas'll act like they miss you
    It's only when they see you, when you gone they forget you
    I fell in love with the money, and lust with the pistol
    Always hated the cops, they fuck when they get you
    I still "kill bill" I'll, monster from "300"
    Talking money to g's want it
    We roll up then we load up
    It's a cocaine deal or a hold up?
    I could care less about the set that you throws up

    Came from nothing, used to have nothing
    Now I'm somebody and I got a lil something
    Rich nigga, ritz nigga
    You don't know this nigga
    I don't like snakes, I'll kill it if it hiss nigga
    Rat nigga, snitch nigga
    Rap nigga, fuck 'em all

    My posse over there tell your girl to go suck em off
    They say I'm underated, I just be getting faded
    Cause niggas'll have your name all on the affidavit
    I find it fascinating
    I know how to kill em all, holiday'll kill em off
    When ghost procrastinating
    You could see the holy ghost
    I stretch your flat
    And leave some herb in your pocket
    You could call that the holy smoke
    We ain't cut from the same cloth

    I'm the boss, we couldn't work for the same boss
    Point blank nigga, I would shoot your brains off
    In the spot, the manteca and the cane soft
    But you know that the bass hard
    Dealer death and there ain't no safe card
    That's alchemist, this is alchemy
    Sniper on the balcony, higher then the falcon be

    It's a pack of wolves and you know I'm where the alpha be
    Guns go north, but the drugs go south for me
    If anybody is out for me
    Better go the fuck in, cause I'm gonna go the fuck in
    New york fly, california high
    Miami hustle when I get up on a pie
    Down south lean, midwest bounce
    And I wanna double up, it's the buck that counts

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