Ghost.MP3

I'm cold
got money and gold
in federal hold
the level unknown, several homes
go ask the boo
I do as rap concludes
they act a fool,get clapped
no scraps, that's the rule

I'm that cat no dog barks at
was about the paper
before the age of 8 bruh
now I'm wide awake, the lies are great
opened my eyes
I found the snakes
what's mine they will try to take
it's fine
I got too much
the savage touch in my palms I clutch the world
yet still not enough
the heavens question my presence
in hell a living legend
still god blesses
with odd lessons
y'all question the brick wrapped with old Weston mans watching my back
in the garden of rap
the flower blooms
the foulest tune
the sour goon with the gat
middle finger at rats
not giving a fuck
living it up
waiting for millions and such
not facing a judge
taken care
like drake without the heart in the hair
lover boy
your girls pleasure toy
yea!
I said I'm boring
but then I'm scoring, the golden boot
it's damn annoying
they scared to shoot
I'm aware I boost too much now
acting such how?
was wrapping bricks
indefinite
no clique involved
I hit them all
they quickly fall
like dominoes
Adios
it was kind've close
the final blow
if you know jack shit
they call me ghost
diagnosed as a schizo
bitch!
I get dough quick
hide it away
then I get more
yea!



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Writer(s): Harkarandeep Singh
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