Me and My Homie
Yo mehn... this like the second take
Voice was gone before... u knw
Story of a young buoy
Gotta be careful young boy
O' them snakes and scorpions
In every nook and cranny
[The song is on
Careful what u step on
Cos when its on.its on
[Me and my homie getting stoned
As alarm stone me
Then allah told me
Its a piece o' cake to make cheese
Never give up when u dead broke
'can't afford to pay rent broke'
Even worse of when ur parents broke
U search the earth for a break
Clutch on cos its full throttle
Drown ur thoughts in a gin bottle
I'll give the world over
To be at the right table eating leftovers
Pass the salt by your left shoulder
Its the last supper... but i feed u my soul
Give u my heart
For this food for thought.
U gon need a shovel
The shit is very deep
Like a Shakespeare novel lost in the abyss
The stage is engaging
Champagne in the main fridge
When the money comes
So do caring bitches
'need some money for new earrings' bitches
Remember when we couldn't get near this bitches?
Now we play truth or dare
With some daring bitches
Gotta be careful young boy
O' the snake and scorpions
In every nook and cranny
The song is on
Fat lady finna get a grammy
Careful what u step on
Cos when its on.its on
Me and my homie getting tipsy
Then it hits me.
Need to get busy with the risky
Getting dizzy from the whiskey
Hit the studio
Flow like the Mississippi
Its a pity that a lyricist this crispy
Throwed like a Frisbee
Beautiful mind going to waste
Belt on my shoulder...
Like poor fashion taste
My life like a movie
I'll bring defeat to any nigha
That mock a scene
Ain't got 50cent but i still gun it
Like his group without the hyphen
Ghost dont care 'bout the hyping
I enter like am done typing
And go lethal
Smoke illegal then do justice
To an instrumental
I am instrumental
To the resurrection of hiphop
And ain't here to make hips hop
I kid not, like a miscarriage
I've got baggage...
Plus, i'm too old for that garbage
When Moriarty comes
So do loyal nighas
Dont give a fuck about all ur nighas
Remember wen we couldn't get nowhere nighas?
We were busy getting high
But were lower nighas
Yeah i was careful young boy
Of dem snakes and scorpions
In ever nook and cranny
The song is on fat lady finna get a grammy
I was careful what i stepped on
Cos wen its on its on
Huh... its some hiphop shit
Ghost took a break but never gave you a commercial
Voice was gone before... u knw
Story of a young buoy
Gotta be careful young boy
O' them snakes and scorpions
In every nook and cranny
[The song is on
Careful what u step on
Cos when its on.its on
[Me and my homie getting stoned
As alarm stone me
Then allah told me
Its a piece o' cake to make cheese
Never give up when u dead broke
'can't afford to pay rent broke'
Even worse of when ur parents broke
U search the earth for a break
Clutch on cos its full throttle
Drown ur thoughts in a gin bottle
I'll give the world over
To be at the right table eating leftovers
Pass the salt by your left shoulder
Its the last supper... but i feed u my soul
Give u my heart
For this food for thought.
U gon need a shovel
The shit is very deep
Like a Shakespeare novel lost in the abyss
The stage is engaging
Champagne in the main fridge
When the money comes
So do caring bitches
'need some money for new earrings' bitches
Remember when we couldn't get near this bitches?
Now we play truth or dare
With some daring bitches
Gotta be careful young boy
O' the snake and scorpions
In every nook and cranny
The song is on
Fat lady finna get a grammy
Careful what u step on
Cos when its on.its on
Me and my homie getting tipsy
Then it hits me.
Need to get busy with the risky
Getting dizzy from the whiskey
Hit the studio
Flow like the Mississippi
Its a pity that a lyricist this crispy
Throwed like a Frisbee
Beautiful mind going to waste
Belt on my shoulder...
Like poor fashion taste
My life like a movie
I'll bring defeat to any nigha
That mock a scene
Ain't got 50cent but i still gun it
Like his group without the hyphen
Ghost dont care 'bout the hyping
I enter like am done typing
And go lethal
Smoke illegal then do justice
To an instrumental
I am instrumental
To the resurrection of hiphop
And ain't here to make hips hop
I kid not, like a miscarriage
I've got baggage...
Plus, i'm too old for that garbage
When Moriarty comes
So do loyal nighas
Dont give a fuck about all ur nighas
Remember wen we couldn't get nowhere nighas?
We were busy getting high
But were lower nighas
Yeah i was careful young boy
Of dem snakes and scorpions
In ever nook and cranny
The song is on fat lady finna get a grammy
I was careful what i stepped on
Cos wen its on its on
Huh... its some hiphop shit
Ghost took a break but never gave you a commercial
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