You Ghost

Smoke til my eyes get low Watch yo friends turn to foes
Get these clowns exposed We aint breaking no codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls
Sip til my vision is slow Seen real niggas that froze
Get these clowns exposed We stick to all g codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls you ghost

I lost respect for you niggas This aint bout bitches or pictures
We poor we bout getting richer Yo story dont match yo image
Im not tekashi im jigga King of ny was born in fort greene
My chakra aligned the pheonixed arised
You all teraji you bitches I seen you switch sides
The gangster alive its all in my eyes
Kill when poems combine With the thoughts in my mind
I need a life jacket Im life jacking,
Snap every branch inside yo family tree
Ima midnight assassin
Nice asses bounce atop my dick first she gotta lick then she strip
Hands around her hips like a nintendo switch
Call me out, tell me everything that you think rari bout
Guns in mouth im squeezing every shell until yo brains come out
Bring em out i feel like T.I i mind my B.I.
Look at my squad full of G.I.'s thats how we designed
I see mine im bout to take yours at the finish line
I realized im more real life you all synthesized

Smoke til my eyes get low Watch yo friends turn to foes
Get these clowns exposed We aint breaking no codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls
Sip til my vision is slow Seen real niggas that froze
Get these clowns exposed We stick to all g codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls you ghost

Blowin smoke as i sit back take a look at where shit at
All i know is what i know aint nothin neva been a kick back
Slipping get yo shit splat takin breaks like kit kats
10 toes on my best pivot cause last minutes u cant get back
Niggas lame they wantin fame dont care how they get it
Fuck sellin out ill sell it out off grind gettin my digits
Ill pop pop anybody that plot rot on my body
MLK minded but im militant so dont try me
Pray daily that God guide me tattoos for the pain inside me
Grab a gun for the world around me ima make it home that mean im firin
Ill put in work like orders paper stacked like hoarders
I smoke like a tail pipe drive cars thats imported
Im important
She wit me she gorgeous nothin here tortoise
Calibers and horses its all natural no forcing
I knew it before it happened God showed me the road
Dont be the bump in it that i hit, continue to roll
You know

Smoke til my eyes get low Watch yo friends turn to foes
Get these clowns exposed We aint breaking no codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls
Sip til my vision is slow Seen real niggas that froze
Get these clowns exposed We stick to all g codes
You know they come for yo soul Jackin for cash n that gold
Bt this pistol i hold Turn yo flesh into souls you ghost



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Collins
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