Felony ******

Verse 1
Shhh (Two guns up **********a, Two guns up **********a (overlap)
Real **********t...Styles P **********t..
If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit **********s
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school **********t
I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang **********s over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
Play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
Biget i rock, ever since my ********** was shot and my other **********
Was shoot **********t i'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My **********s hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the **********t get dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a **********, we lookin' for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a **********ft
Holidy Styles, ********** I aint nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the **********t, that be under your feet
And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
To show **********s that I'm nice and they aint ******' wit me
Chorus
Felony **********s
Cop ********** Heavily **********s
That'd arm rob seventy **********s
You know
Murderin' **********s
You want doe, they servin' you **********s
Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on **********s
You know
Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe
Verse 2
All I know is drugs and guns
And plenty of **********
And that ********** that suck **********
And **********s that bleed
And if you're rich before you go
Get a watch and a drop
You better hit the court house
And better bail out the block
If your son aint worth **********t
**********s'll smuggle your daughter
I come through in a Porshe
The same color as water
I got weight, what you want
I can cover the order
They call me Boss when I cross the border
Six shot "caught her?"
I hear **********s say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach **********
Lace your food
Scream "********** Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
But that's that SP **********t, you can take it or move
We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
There's only six nice rappers
If you wanna be real
**********s die everyday from talking that dumb **********t
That where they're from **********t
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb **********
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
Look at the world through a **********s eyes
Dont be a **********, you gonna live and die
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
I pray to god that we make it to heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
You know four, five and seven, hot as **********
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since **********s still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
You know..**********..
Chorus (2x)
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