(Intro: Beat jammin hard af, Styles P)
You gotta keep your eyes open you know
Keep your ears open too, listen up

(Verse 1: Styles P)
It's a lot of sucker shit but I couldn't relate
To n***as yelling love with a heart full of hate
I'd rather you'd get an eight or a Hulk or a K (I rather you do that)
And meet me in the alley, my n***a, let's get it straight
I'm the Ghost so, I be on the delve when its late
The only thing sweet is the juice I sell
I am stone cold, I can ring medusas bell (ding)
Tell that bitch to bow down
I'm grеater than the king look in my eyеs, I'm fire
I done trooped through hell (fire)
Did some shit on my lonely
That you wouldn't believe (you wouldn't believe)
I ain't tryna bring a homie
Just some shit up my sleeve (just some shit)
Another one on my waist
If I hit up your face
You got a girl tell that bitch to get ready to grieve, yeah
This that old ghost on that rah rah
No cap rings on your cap and your Zaza
Shooter in the Maserati another in the Mazda
(Hook: Styles P, Havoc)
Y.O. to QB
QB to Y.O
One gunna, two of them
All about survival (yeah)
Y.O. to QB (QB)
QB to Y.O. (Y.O.)
One group of two of them
All about arrival (arrival)
Y.O. to QB (QB)
QB to Y.O
One pounder, two of them
All about the high though
Y.O. to QB (QB)
QB to Y.O. (check me out)
One mic or two of them
Me and Hav live though

(Verse 2: Havoc)
Live and direct hot like Pyrex jars
Ain't a rapper alive can deny these bars
Survive the hood with death defying odds
Fronting on me, n***a, like denying God
You clowns is cap, my n***a, we not in the same boat
Rapper and producer, my n***a became both
Real estate investor my n***a just take notes
They wanna buy my publishing, n***a, but fuck no
Y.O. to QB (QB), QB to Y.O. (Y.O.)
Both places sacred like the pyramids in Cairo
N***as want beef I tell 'em put in the Gyro
And eat it with a dick, motherfuckers out they mind, yo
I'm getting rich, this is it, take a glimpse
The world is your written all over the blimp
Living life to the fullest life's a pricy bitch
Whilst you n***a playing the victim I'm just buying up shit
You know it's
(Hook: Styles P, Havoc)
Y.O. to QB
QB to Y.O
One gunna, two of them
All about survival
Y.O. to QB
QB to Y.O
One group of two of them
All about arrival (you know it's)
Y.O. to QB
QB to Y.O
One pounder, two of them
All about the high though
Y.O. to QB
QB to Y.O
One mic or two of them
Me and Hav live though

(Outro: Beat killin it)