Privilege - Styles P

Lucky to know, you know

You got good genes boy

Let me get to it

Throwing a beat, say something slick to it

Find me a town to run bricks through it

You thinkin' coke?

I’m thinkin' about bricks of stainless steal and ope

Fly shit that build me a new post

Maybe I high rise

Yeah, I rise high

Smoke right after I pray, I’m a bad guy

May the day go well

That’s a long way from praying, may the yayo sell

Mama said I was a angel but the halo fell

Had fiends on line like it was AOL

Rap spooky, link dooky

Chick all on my dick and she ain’t roofy

I marry love, you should carry on

Unless you puttin' work and I carry on

Hop off the plane, play the coupe and put barry on

You know the vibes

President of the hood nigga that know to rise

Hope you get the picture my nigga its polarize

And they said I go dumb but you know that I’m Yoda wise

No paper, no ink my nigga I just think

What if I just told you I found the missing link

Throw everything at you except the kitchen sink

Or we could add that too

17 in the clip n' you could have that too

Know I’m making kind of music that make niggas bag up too

And I still pick up penny shit, add up too

No its nowhere in the ghost

We don’t do that snake shit even balls gettin' chocked, nigga

Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth

When you look around, wouldn’t you consider its privilege?

If I pull my soul out, will the flow drink it?

I want more, so I’m thinking what the moles thinking

If your gut fucked up, what is your core thinking?

From the mud when I slide, will the flow sink in?

I think deep, counting the walls that eat sheep

If you think about the niggas that pull in deep

Fuck that I got a ways deep

And do

ain’t thinking about my safety

If you got a wealthy soul, where is the safe key?

That’s the question the ghost asking

I could get the answer, I dig in the smoke bag

Light one then travel n' bring you a cold bag