[Verse 1: Styles P]
Gettin' mad high was a lowlife
Now I meet the connect, what is this load like?
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 dont 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 went to bed
It was a lullaby, you was nullified
I'm just tryna float like a butterfly
Staying out the way run it up or you run in line
With them dumb niggas that’ll fold whеn it come the time (Thеy’ll fold)
But I'mma buss it off when it come to mine
[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah
Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah (Brrr)
Don’t play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah
Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin’ out no warnings
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep
[Verse 2: Tony Moxberg]
Tony!
Used to move work off the next town
Wide receiver hustler, all I did was catch sales (Yes)
I don't care about you coat-tails
40 at the jeweler, homie, this is not Zales
Brown bag lifestyle, tryin go legit (Tryin’)
Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick
Drafted 3 shooters, first round pick
All of ‘em thirsty, they just tryna get a lick
Used to have the shotty on the side of the bed (I did)
100K under the mattress, I slept on the bread
Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead
Have my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig (Let’s go)
Where I'm from you hustle or starve
And staying alive is like a fulltime job
Before you send me to Hell, I'mma send you to God
Might’ve reshuffled the deck but still playin' my cards, what
[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah
Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
Don’t play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah
Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin’ out no warnings
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Nobody looking to die young
But it's a few smart niggas that’s lookin’ to die dumb (Ha)
Why you think that I'm high strung (Why?)
In the M, thinking of M's letting the 5 run
6, 7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight
But they rat to police the minute they hit the gate
You're just a monkey my nigga, you're not a ape (Fuckin’ monkey)
You're just aight with your rhymes, you're not a great
Said you G, but you check into cities and gotta pay (Hahaha)
Me, when I'm check into cities I'm getting paid
Yeah, I get honor, respect- you get the fade What up)
Right when we done with the shit, you get the blade
I dont like the set that he from, get the grenade
Yeah I'm back on my holiday shit, hope it’s a phase (Holiday)
You should get a beat and a mic and get amazed
I am like a book my nigga, it's just a page
Ghost!
[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah
Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
Don’t play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah
Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin’ out no warnings
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep
Dressed in black, loaded piece
This ain't no cap, go to sleep