Dead Rappers (feat. Styles P)

Desparado, problemz, d-block

Ghost

Hustle to get a dollar bill re-up gang

Shottie in the porsche I spray out range

Desperado and problemz bang out gang

Got the 9 and the shottie I lay out gangs

Shits piled up like a jail jean

Wanna get popped and wheeled on hopeing you don't feel wrong

About the way we style

Bein had crack money I'm an 80's

Only run around with niggaz that's crzy wild

Fuck you girl with the dick and a broomstick

Wolf nigga holler at the moon shit

Ya never did no goon shit

Teflon crack in your back

Kidnap the kid taking a nap

Then we bringing em back

Motherfucker we cut her your girl slack

Right before we cut up her back

Still the hardest nigga out now work with that

What you want nigga

Loyalty, money, respect

Get the power bring my niggas flyin in jets

Have em chillin in the island get away from the stress

But right now real talk all these rappers is dead

The game is fake and niggaz is singing

How your hearts behind bars and you think that your winning

Let me you bout a real man that took a real bid did it

Nowadays pap would say that his own kid did it

Trust me dog you not what you pretend to be

The time that they giving is breaking you down mentally

You not a thug you an actor, far from real

So I'm a teach you face like cam and part your grill

You got a mind or heart nigga you need both

And to take me down dog you need tools

Ask anybody they say d don't fold

He loco, b.b.o.g gon roll shit

We nice with the hands we all hold chrome

We dealing with more grams than an old folks home

So tell me what you havin to say

I blow up half of your face

You can tell god what happened to day

They say I'm orthadox nigga I box awkward

Still I'm respected by the niggaz I fuck with

Say a nigga smart cause my mental my office

Gotta remain sharp like the tip of a swordfish

Life is a game that I can't forfeit

Success I'l be here soon I can't force it

Still in the drop like water outta leaky faucets

Still wide aware so I watch who I walk with

Only got 1 shot nigga I am a marksman

Flow outta thisw world yes I am a martian

Hear dat beat on my chest it sounds like nazis marching

Fire your lives with thin guess my heart is an arson

Gotta hustle nigga I need gwap

3 niggaz, 3 forks, 1 chinese box

4 wings whole lotta rice with no pork in

Welcome to the life of the unfortunate

Yea, palm trees on the sunset

Call the shooters up they breeze through your projects

Uh, your nobody till somebody kill you

I turn your corn into candle light vigiles

Show your best friend the stash he might pull a pistol

Cause that greed and that envy cause major issues

I'm only mixing with the real niggaz

I'm only mixing with them real killers

45 a.c.p it's all pearly

Blood on your seats you get the red foams early

I switch cavallis, new mazarati

G5 it up with a bad mami