[Intro: Styles P & Angie Stone]
You
What, what, yeah (Yeah)
It's like a team over here, daddy
One for all, and one for one, you know
(Let it flow, flow, flow) If it ain't that then it ain't right
If you be knowin' that, you'll be aight
[Verse 1: Styles P]
My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
And my niggas in the bing that didn't go to the board
With a 25 to L on your back, the shit is too cold
And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes
For the gods that lost they earth
The world's a song, you'll get it back, you just lost your verse
It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm fiendin' for weed
'Cause I don't wanna forfeit first
I could even bust my gun and do some office work
But I still wanna off this jerk (Shit)
I can't leave it out my rhymes (Why?)
'Cause it been part of my dreams to see twenty Porsches murk
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas (Word)
When I die I was true to the niggas (True soldier)
And I never practice voodoo (Huh?)
But it's like black magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
[Chorus: Angie Stone]
How do you move on this way
When taking all this stress and pain?
There's gotta be a better way
There's got to be a better way, yeah
If I should give up hope today
P, won't you help me find my way?
All I really want
Is to live my life so we can just get high, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Ask God when he stoppin' the pain (When, God?)
A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin' his vein
And the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching 30
And the only thing I know it's a profit to gain
I might cry but I'm still cold
I might be cold but I still cry
And bottom line, I'ma still die
I can see the doors openin' now (See the doors)
I can see the ghost floatin' around (See the ghost)
That's why P come down with the potentest sound
Spit the shit that'll open the ground (Crack the ground)
My third eye got a horoscope (I see it all)
So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote
Build and destroy
Come through the strip wit'
Bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
'Cause all I really want (What)
Was a gun and blunt
A lil' money and some keys to a toy
[Chorus: Angie Stone]
How do you move on this way
When taking all this stress and pain?
There's gotta be a better way
There's got to be a better way, yeah
If I should give up hope today
P, won't you help me find my way? (Won't you help me find my way?)
All I really want
Is to live my life so we can just get high, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Styles P]
My whole life been a sacrifice
So if my nigga need my help, he ain't never got to ask me twice
I'm the nigga you could kick it wit'
You got a spot you wanna rob, I'm the nigga you could stick it wit'
I'm in the studio, I'm droppin' pain on the beat
I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences
They tryna understand me, but I overstand 'em
I'm the flowin' phantom, 'til we blowin' random (Blow)
To my corner niggas holdin' cannons
That want the money and jewels and everything 'cause we so demanding
To the hoes that think I'm handsome
That know a gangster when she see one, ma, yeah, money, that's the anthem
Callin' niggas like that's the ransom
You could take 'em, you could leave 'em, but your man ain't a happy camper
If P flowin', then that's the cancer
Holiday the hottest shit, point blank, dawg, that's the answer
[Chorus: Angie Stone]
How do you move on this way
When taking all this stress and pain?
There's gotta be a better way
There's got to be a better way, yeah
If I should give up hope today
P, won't you help me find my way?
All I really want
Is to live my life so we can just get high, yeah, yeah
How do you move on this way
When taking all this stress and pain?
There's gotta be a better way
There's got to be a better way, yeah
If I should give up hope today
P, won't you help me find my way?
All I really want
Is to live my life so we can just get high, yeah, yeah
[Outro: Angie Stone]
High, oh
You, you
P, you flowing with a sister, uh
Come on and roll with a sister
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Strong brother
Strong brother, uh, uh