(Styles P)
If you in the struggle then I kno wat you goin thru
Nobody wanna be the body the bullet is blowin thru
Peep the sh** that i'm showing you
If he dress like a girl wat type of man will he grow into
I'm like who done wrong in a New York club no New York song
Got me stressed f** around and puff a Newport long
If the young n***as is dumb n***as who taught wrong
If the old n***as is wack now who thought wrong
Who ever lose in the fight then you fought wrong
Better master ur craft the boys will blow a gat at ur mask
For the cash on behave of the staff yea you went to school but you ain't learnt the math you do no half of the wrath
You can smile at the future or laugh at the past
Everybody ride till that mutha f**a crash