Songtext The myth Styles P

The myth

[Verse 1]
Cocaine cowboys, heroin Indians
Drug dealer fly, which part to put the fendy in?
I’m in the condo on the Louie couch
New York fly nigga, California gooey out
Mobster, know I got the Tully out
Cops come, they don’t even put the dooy out
From the block, them niggas make a movie out
Everybody fly like the got here from groovy house
Chi’d up, know what you rouse for
I get high routing out to the outlaws
Cook right here and low to south pole
Get off the turn pipe, different route yo
How I know something different scout yo?
Try to figure how the cat got the mouse yo
Try to figure how the dog got the capture
From the hood where they never go black yo
Weird science, simple mad
Take a cab wherever you got the pimped wear
Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at
Check the credit, a homie that fuckin’ lend you that

[Verse 2]
Smoke break, at the table baggin’ up snow flakes
Now I’m in on my waist but I don’t feel so safe
Cuz a lot of niggas is doze face
I mean two-faced bitches get your food lace
I don’ stay in the spot unless the moves straight
I’d rather be mad high in my new place
Rather be mad high in my old place
Wonder day if the pearly gates is white like Colgate
A lot of dollar bills, can’t fold straight
Cuz the nof they told you that the plot’s thick
You run away, you gon hear the Glock click
God bless us ignorant and obnoxious

[Verse 3]
European, American, thieves with the smoke fence
Turn back, black label suit with the smoke sent
Meet the connect by the ocean
I do my deals on the beach
Up to my neck in the water, it ain’t sweet
Trust is an issue, the icepick tip
What the trust gon hit you and cut through your tissue
Cuz you could go to jail, nigga they act like they miss you
It was only when they see you and then gone and forget you
I fell in love with the money and lust with the pistol
Always hated the cops, say fuck when they get you
I’m still Kill Bill ill
Monster from 300, talkin’ money the G’s wanted
We roll up then we load up
It’s a cocaine deal over hold up
I could care less ‘bout the set that shit throws up

[Verse 4]
Came from the nothing, used to have nothing
Now I’m somebody and I got a little something
Rich nigga, rich nigga, you don’t know this nigga
I don’t like snakes, I kill it if it hiss nigga
Rat nigga, snitch nigga
Rap nigga fuck ‘em all
The possy’s over there, tell your girl go suck ‘em off
They say I’m underrated, I just be in faded
Cuz niggas would have you lean, all on the affidavit
I find it fascinating, I never had to kill ‘em all
Holiday would kill ‘em all but ghost procrastinating
You could see the Holy Ghost, I stretch you flat
And leave some herb in your pocket, you could pour or let the Holy Smoke
We ain’t cut from the same cloth
I’m the boss, we couldn’t work for the same boss
Point blank nigga, I will shoot your brains off
And it’s about the Montaga and the king’s off
But you know that today’s hard
Dealing death and it ain’t no safe cards
That’s alchemist, this alchemy
Sniper on the balcony, higher than the falcon be
It’s a pack of wolves, man you know where the alpha be
Guns going off but the drugs go south of me
If anybody is out for me
Better go the fuck in cuz I’mma go the fuck in
New York high, California high
Miami hustle when I get up on the pie
Down south lean, Midwest bounce
And the one to double up is the buck that counts