Screw Y'all

[Verse 1: Styles P] Hatin niggas thinkin they airing me Motherfuckers is not scarin me Nigga you’re not hearing me Nigga you never heard of me Won't be the first cocksucker that wanna murder me Whip engineer down in Germany Outside's green but the inside’s burgundy Life ain’t promised but nigga death is a certainty Bubbling and struggling, yea like the purp with me And get faded, no hair cut Elevators broke them niggas and take the stairs up I’m real, you ain’t nigga so don’t compare us You the type of nigga I tears up Just like a tissue So killing you ain’t no issue Get stripes in the whistle and you still ain’t official [Hook x2: Styles P] So screw yall, I never knew y'all Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y'all Screw y'all, I never knew y'all Y'all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y'all [Verse 2: Styles P] Dance with the devil, I bet you you’ll pay the price Couple niggas die and a couple will get life Couple niggas change when they get to see the light Couple get a second chance and do the same shit twice Doing wrong shit, but I can do it right That’s the life, you don’t know what I could welcome you tonight Get a light, sit back, nigga welcome to the flights Where the G's fly high, these ride by and you try to bring em low Me, I’m getting singin' dope out of Singapore You don’t like that? Nigga middle finger though These niggas won’t match but I bet you they clingers do Yap to yo face but the battle swingin low These first teeth next, you don’t want beef yet Getting money nigga so I don’t make cheap threats The tray pound is the big three and you ain’t see the Heat yet [Hook x2: Styles P] So screw yall, I never knew y'all Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y'all Screw y'all, I never knew y'all Y'all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y'all [Verse 3: Scram Jones] They say half the world sick in the brain Takin flicks of a man getting hit by a train No way, too many people that are rich will complain While the homeless sing in the rain, living off change Other countries claim that heroes suicidal Over here it’s strange, fake killas become idols Don’t believe in gangsta? Let’s swear on the bible Keep the enemy close, now yo best friend yo rival Tryna be honest in a land full of crooks Whatever you G you're right so go hand you the book Mom cryin up in court while you can’t even look Can’t compare to the moms and the kids of Sandy Hook And who’s written and I wanna know who wrote it This is the rat race, now we all nothing but rollers Tryna find the snakes of the grass, I gotta smoke it Now lookin for the drama, but still waitin for my moment [Hook x2:] So screw yall, I never knew y'all Your clique be like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y'all Screw y'all, I never knew y'all Y'all ribbon at the end of the race, I’m runnin through y'all [Outro:] Stop fooling with these folks who haven’t been through anything You are not going to get a flow from people who have not been crushed The real flow of glory will always come from somebody who’s been crushed There will be a flow from out of him like you have never seen before It’s beyond anything you have ever seen before Somebody shout, let it flow