Styles P
Here I Am
We got this shit
D-Block
We been in the [?]
Fuck n***as
I was layin' back but a couple hood n***as said
"Yo ghost, we miss you, phantom you gotta come down
N***as ain't really sayin no gutta shit no more"
Well here I am
(Any n***a disrespect the clique gettin shot)

[Verse 1]
SP back on my shit
Short n***a but I get the big back off the dips and the bar game
I cut you more times than a card game
Next time I catch a body I'm screamin out Allah's name
You n***as couldn't understand the god's range
Strong mind, hard frame, about to play the hard game
Much more mature now, call me 7-up P
Keep the tre-pound tucked over the 4-pound
Fully loaded rifle on
Top of the dog crown, hand fight or man fight
Pass me the saw clown, gut him like a fish
You might impress a bitch with that bullshit glitter you got cluttered on your wrist

Yall n***as is nowhere nice
Yall n***as get the sad-face sticker
You're trash n***a
(Any n***a disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Need to be taken out early in the morning, cut up nice, thrown in a black bag, and thrown in the fuckin garbage
(Any n***a disrespect the clique gettin shot)
Trash, fuck you
But me I'm on some different shit (Different)
[Verse 2]
The white zinfadel out your bitch mouth while she mothafuckin' sippin'
D-B-lock, fuck the police Imma beast
Only traffic make the GT stop
I rob base, ironic that's easy rock
Cause it takes two to make a thing go right
That's nice OT for the real low price
Back on the third day, hopefully a Thursday
National Geographic hustler
Call a bird day, shot in your vertebrae
N***a make it herb day can't fuck with me with a gun nor wordplay n***a

Only thing that might bring me down is to smack the shit out of one of these n***as
N***as is fuckin' around man, I'm gettin' kinda irritated
(Any n***a disrespect the clique gettin shot)
I'm layin' back, blowin big blunts, focusin' it in
(Any n***a disrespect the clique gettin shot)