[Styles P]

Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent

That's what KRS said

The Ghost nigga, time is money

Double R, D-Block

Poobs let's go

If it's beef better move on nigga

Or get shot in the head

Or trucked over by the Yukon nigga (trucked over)

Touch me, lose two arms nigga

You might think you hot

You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga

I'm colder than the ice in the freezer

Butcher knife slicin' your caesar

44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia

Late night I'm pipin' a diva

All my niggas hyper and eager

In case I miss the hit, the sniper'll leave ya

This case it's better to give than be the receiver

In the M-6 blowin' the weed up

Comin' through the hood makin' sure that it's G'd up

I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I re'd-up

My rap is like coke so my shit stay key'd up

Y'all lil niggas new to the slums

I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run

Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun

Ask the streets who can spit a iller fluid than son

Shiiieet, nobody right? (Nobody)

Kill you, you a nigga nobody like

Fuck with me if you lookin' for the rowdy type

I get it buzzin' with cousin

Six dozen bullets skippin' in the Audi, right

This is Styles nigga

I keep it comin' like gunshots

And you ain't said nothin' in a while nigga

You ain't said nothing, what!?

Motherfucker

Time is money nigga

That's all I'mma say, Poobs we fuckin' out

See you at the finish line, 1