Throw Down

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Ain't nothin' promised but death, but accepting it's kinda drastic Momma scared to sleep, cause she visioned me in a casket Black, say he cursed, somehow I feel like he past it Now I hit the hood with a K and a piece of plastic Most of my sisters gone; how the fuck is this shit apart of life? Right after the judge send me brother to do a couple lives I know I'm supposed to be grateful; the devil made me hateful Lookin' at my dog on the table; condition wasn't stable Told 'em "bring him back", but the doctor told me they wasn't able Walk with me; I'll show you a movie, that shit you see on cable They found my homie momma murdered, face inside her Bible He was destined for NFL, now he suicidal Damn; lookin' at my son, I only think to stay Instead of thinkin' "what could make it worse?", I only think to pray Cause where I'm from, they tell me all gangstas gon' die the same Before I let 'em crash my dreams, I'mma fly like a plane [Hook: Styles P] Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down [Verse 2: Fred Da Godson] I know the fans listen From the hood to Hollywood; it's a transition Face under my hood, just like a transmission Grams to ambition; I recall re'n-up and a gram missin' Mom Christian; father was a black spade Uncle funeral parlor cause of a black gauge I rap, I'm paid, and they well jealous They almost got me, I shot three [?] I'm from the hood, medicate [?] If Fred afraid, then tell us; doubt that Well money, murder, I'm 'bout that And they about it, too I'm tryin' stay focused, God forgive me what I'm 'bout to do I know more people in a coma than diplomas The gun powder aroma, with Coronas on the corner Well, I play the stoop, and then i spray the deuce Niggas lie; my homie Trae the truth [Hook: Styles P] Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down [Verse 3: Styles P] Am I addicted to pain? We'll stumble in the sun, but we'll never slip in the rain Is insanity sane? I pray when I'm high or I ride; now is that foul? Blowin' a blunt, but I'm exhalin' a black cloud When I die, don't cry, nigga, laugh loud Twenty-one gun salute with a mask, in a masked crowd Shooter and the horker But I don't wanna charger or sin Take out my pain as the MC or the author Brother gone, father gone, couple of the homies gone Time flyin', I'm ready to get my lonely on I wanna see time fly with the Rolly on Sort of like a Blood and Crip, mixed with the Corleone South African warrior blood, in my veins With them Y-O, warrior bars, in my brains With a tormented soul 'Til all my niggas roll with the cars, and the gold, and the money to grow old [Hook: Styles P] Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down Always a go-down, always a showdown I'm on an up-and-up, cause niggas is low-down I be fuckin' up, pray to God that I slow down But this the fast life, throw it up if you throw down