GHOST

Seen too many
Seen too many snakes they slitherin'
Seen too many
Seen too many snakes they

Seen too many snakes they slitherin'
Warlocks but they fake, Slytherin
Act sweet but they ain't, bitter men
Ice cold when they wake, shiverin
I got heat in my circuit, the circle is flames
That's why they came through tryna gas off our name
They were here in the past, but they passed on the name
Wokeup, realized that they passed on the bank
Damn
Thought I left 'em to rot but they back now
Seen the shows get hype, club packed out
Now they tryna play nice, throw they back out
Damn
Can't bend and not break if you fragile
Pussy ass you all hype, I'm tactile
Each punch is a blow like Pacquiao POW
South paw with the shots throw ya neck back
Choked out on the mat, that's a head wrap
Tryna step on my toes? that's a step back
Damn
Don't front like you know where my heads at
To be blunt, I'm known to forgive
But once someone cross me? nah nah don't forget that

Ghost
Can't see what I see through my scope
In your darkest of dreams I'm the hope
Laid back while you doing the most
That's Ghost
Just a fly on the wall in your bedroom
See I'm all In your thoughts, no headroom
Cats try and cross me? that's a redrum (Ghost)

Don't try and hit me with the way back
Ain't shit changed with me but the playbacks
Had to move on my own like a stray cat (Ghost)
Gi, now they ridin' my D like I got one
Wide range with the heat, that's a shotgun
Don't act like a G cause you not one (Ghost)
See I got it mapped out that's strategy
Whole staff stay equipped, faculty
Pull up on my clique, casualty
What goes up comes down, gravity
What goes round comes round, actually
What goes round comes down
Like a thief in the night, while you sleep ima strike
If you speak ima snipe

Ghost
Can't see what I see through my scope
In your darkest of dreams I'm the hope
Laid back while you doin the most
That's Ghost
Just a fly on the wall in your bedroom
See I'm all In your thoughts, no headroom
Cats try and cross me? that's a redrum (Ghost)

Don't try and hit me with the way back
Ain't shit changed with me but the playbacks (Ghost)
Gi, now they ridin' my D like I got one
Wide range with the heat, that's a shotgun
Don't act like a G cause you not one (Ghost)



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Writer(s): Giavanna Zannino Peppe
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