JEFFERSON DRIVE / GHOST
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
I said duces to the beef like Tyson
It's been a minute, but I'm back, like "Hi, son"
Had to clean up all of the junk like a Dyson
Writing all these wrongs just in case I die son
I got all these books, I think it's time to take a look
Maybe write a few things down, 'cause you never know
Need to know which way to go, maybe take a look at Job
Talking to the one of one, elevating over shows yeah
Look, I had to drop all the addiction
Messing with the mental state of my condition
Mind state of all the bars without the prison
Say no to the product of bad decisions, yeah
I been flexing on 'em like I dropped the gym on 'em woah
Did a little dance, I be shaking sin off 'em woah
Yeah, I'm feeling high, but no Mary Jane on 'em no
Check out all the drive, ain't no lane switching on 'em though
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Had to get rid of the sicko mode
Had to get y'all in that holy mode
Son of man, son of the chosen one
Sin in the rear I got no time to bite the gun
This that new G, double O, D, C, I, T, Y, that's on God
This that new "let me show it to my pastor without no prob!"
I got that trap for the sinner
Cutting up Lucy for dinner
I told her bye, NXTMEGS, you know that she don't like clingers
Flow too cold, put little Jerry on that jump, no Springer
I had to hold some back, leave you wanting more cliffhanger
Look, I been tryna' tell y'all that I really be out here writing
I been tryna' tell y'all that I got a God ghostwriting
I got my soul up in the trunk, and you know it's bumping
I think I might catch that ghost and just start crumping
I got the ghost up inside of me
Yeah, we got a little camaraderie
Came from the bottom, rose from the dirt
You know there ain't no one topping me
I need that grace, when it's stormy, like my mom was Kylie
Covered in blood, came out alive, but I'm far from dirty
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
I said duces to the beef like Tyson
It's been a minute, but I'm back, like "Hi, son"
Had to clean up all of the junk like a Dyson
Writing all these wrongs just in case I die son
I got all these books, I think it's time to take a look
Maybe write a few things down, 'cause you never know
Need to know which way to go, maybe take a look at Job
Talking to the one of one, elevating over shows yeah
Look, I had to drop all the addiction
Messing with the mental state of my condition
Mind state of all the bars without the prison
Say no to the product of bad decisions, yeah
I been flexing on 'em like I dropped the gym on 'em woah
Did a little dance, I be shaking sin off 'em woah
Yeah, I'm feeling high, but no Mary Jane on 'em no
Check out all the drive, ain't no lane switching on 'em though
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Okay, bred from the six I'm Jordan with the brand son
Hail from the L.I. three-one after six son
Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move son
Awe in my eyes 'cause I'm blinded by the Son
Had to get rid of the sicko mode
Had to get y'all in that holy mode
Son of man, son of the chosen one
Sin in the rear I got no time to bite the gun
This that new G, double O, D, C, I, T, Y, that's on God
This that new "let me show it to my pastor without no prob!"
I got that trap for the sinner
Cutting up Lucy for dinner
I told her bye, NXTMEGS, you know that she don't like clingers
Flow too cold, put little Jerry on that jump, no Springer
I had to hold some back, leave you wanting more cliffhanger
Look, I been tryna' tell y'all that I really be out here writing
I been tryna' tell y'all that I got a God ghostwriting
I got my soul up in the trunk, and you know it's bumping
I think I might catch that ghost and just start crumping
I got the ghost up inside of me
Yeah, we got a little camaraderie
Came from the bottom, rose from the dirt
You know there ain't no one topping me
I need that grace, when it's stormy, like my mom was Kylie
Covered in blood, came out alive, but I'm far from dirty
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Writer(s): Michael Paulino
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