Ghost Ridin'

Double F like Fendi
I'm like fuck fakes, I ain't friendly
Front forever, won't offend me
Niggas there from the start wanna end me
I got a game plan
Leave their heads spinnin' like a break dance
Lookin' at you funny, tryna shake hands
Old hoes turnin' into great fans
I'm the same man they used to diss though
Now they call my middle and initial
I just need a little bit of tempo
Closed doors only means open windows
Flip it ten fold, and repeat
I can't bend, break, or get beat
Can't be salty when ain't shit sweet
Face all sour, lookin' so bitter
Niggas been cowards, acting like critters (rats)
I'm a masterpiece, just tryna give the mass a piece
Of how I tried to master peace
All the dreams and the goals that I have to reach
All the gems for my people that I'm glad to teach
Need a queen by my side, with an ass elite
Who just wanna work it out like an athlete
I'm the one to worry bout on any track or beat
And that's facts from me
Like fuck an opinion
They just add fuel to my drive, they can't fuck up my engine
Always good intentions, even through tension
Yea she gon' beg for attention
From niggas that don't wanna fight for retention
And won't even give her a mention
Don't want her back here when they love my inventions, face it

Don't look for problems, but I ain't hidin'
If I don't vent, then we ain't vibin'
I'm out the way, phone on silent
I miss my ghetto angels, got me ghost ridin'
I say "Look I got 'em, ain't no more cryin'"
They won't form against me, but they sho' tryin'
Let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in
Just let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in (time in)

On the ropes, now they testin' the wisdom
Fam say I look like my pops, and I miss him
Streets see a threat, get a vouch or be victim
Damn, I wish my niece was exempt from the system (aye)
They gon' say what you wanna hear
Always listen to your intuition
I was destined for a different vision before Chauncey Billups went and led the Pistons
Plus, I went to the school of Magic
I can't say that life was truly tragic
Mama bought me all the games I wanted
All my haters just assumed I had it so easy
Til like 11 or 13, then the image stopped working
Friends took alternative routes
I began to toy with the word schemes
Got instrumentals from KeeWee
In between Nintendo writing innuendos
Only see the lighting creeping in the window
Found a passion in the symphony and cymbals
And no, I can't deny that
To the rhythm of the hi hat, lemme bring it right back
Always askin' where ya slice at?
Gamble with no dice for the price
Can never get ya life back
I stay on the right track
Tell me where ya mind's at?
That's business and pleasure, can't vent to no extra
I've been under pressure
I hope you decipher the message I give every measure
Just wanna be better than best
Knew I was meant for the money cause I wrote two lines after S
And then it was even and blessed
Family, no need to be stressed
Cause they know that Steven up next

Don't look for problems, but I ain't hidin'
If I don't vent, then we ain't vibin'
I'm out the way, phone on silent
I miss my ghetto angels, got me ghost ridin'
I say "Look I got 'em, ain't no more cryin'"
They won't form against me, but they sho' tryin'
Let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in
Just let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in (time in)