On The Double - Styles P, Tony Moxberg, Dyce Payne

Gettin' mad high was a lowlife

Now I meet the connect, what is this lowlife?

When I get on the ride, know what the road like

I’m just tryna travel the world see what the globe like

If you getting knocked by the police, know what the code like

You dont ask for none, but a phone call

Fuckin with niggas that break your bones off

They gon' run up in the crib n' cut the phones off

It gets scary seeing the infrared

Gun sings a song n' you in the bed

It was an alibi, you was nullified

Im just tryna flow like a butterfly

Staying out the way run it up or you runnin' line

With them dumb niggas that are fool when it comes to time

But Ima buss it off when it come to mine

They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah

Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah

Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah

Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning

Just in black, load that piece

This ain’t no cap, go to sleep

Tony!

Used to move work off the next town

While I receive a hustler, all I did was crack sales

I dont care about you

40 at the jeweler, homie this is nut sales

Brown bag lifestyle, tryin go legit

Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick

Trapped into 3 shooters, first round pick

All of them thirsty, they just tryna get a lick

Used to had a shawty on side of the back

100k under the mattress I slept on the bread

Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead

Had my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig

Where I’m from you hustlers starve

And staying alive is like a fulltime job

Before you send me to hell, Ima send you to god

Playa reach out from the deck but still playin' my cards

They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah

Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah

Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah

Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning

Just in black, load that piece

This ain’t no cap, go to sleep

Nobody looking to die young

But its a few smart niggas that are looking to die dumb

Why you think that I’m high strung

In the M, thinking the M’s letting the 5 run

6,7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight

But they rat till police they hit the gate

You’re just a monkey my nigga, you’re not a ape

You’re just aight with your rhymes, you’re not great

You said you G but you checkin' cities n' got a

Me when I’m checking the cities I’m getting paid

Yeah, I get honour of respect you get the finger

Right when we done with the shit, you get the blame

I dont like the sympathy from you, get the grenade

Yeah I’m back on my holiday shit, hope its a faze

You should get a beat and a mic and get a maze

I am like a book my nigga, its just a page

Ghost!

They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah

Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah

Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah

Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning

Just in black, load that piece

This ain’t no cap, go to sleep