Ghost
Current conversation be that currency
Running to the money with the urgency, you ain't heard of me
Feeling like a Brink truck for the pickup
Gotda watch out for the stick up, that's them broke boy tendencies
If my memory serves me anything, it's dead prez
And women popping pills like Pez heads
My eyes red from the OT and that OG
Looking like I'm Darkseid, you would think I'm so OP
I'ma villian, understand anybody my rival
Fuck any and all idols and all their disciples
I'm ending the cycle, mo heated than Cairo
Start reading ya bibles, I'm stripping the titles
From these lame ass niggas that enter my lane
If ya screaming, I'm next, I'm ending ya name
Off the grid for a minute but still in the game
Y'all and last year, really just one in the same
Chuck the deuces to any a nuisance
Heavy handed so if you run up, nigga you stupid
Made plans with the click for building the brand
Couple grand off the rip for meeting with fans
Took a trip to Jamaica for weed and a tan
Split the blunt down the middle as soon as I land
Let the games begin, women just serenade
Heard we do music so pum pum thrown, like hand grenades
Back home, renegade tactics for the chocha
Bread for da pussy burning niggas like a toasta
Or you get a pretty one that's always actin loca
Why she gotda talk that mess and never close her boca
Gossip travels quicker than lighting
From congregations, packed with hatred like lycans
Retaliation, Death Notes in my writing
Y'all hesitating, when ya clash with a titan
I emerged from the bottom, urge to converge with the dollar
Choppa on my waistline, technine ready to fire
See that's that absolute power help murda like ether
I'm not a killa, just a man with a hand with a finger
Former hustla, soldier, both I'll pull rank on ya collar
Mess up your grill if you a doubter, like my brotha did my Chrysler
I conceal my meaning like a cipher at a cipher
Don't hate cuz the youngin wiser just respect your elders
I'm about paper, fuck bitch this pussy is made for the slaughter
Been about that but reintroduced by the Carter
And I'm thinking that he nice but I'm sure I can come harder
Gotda stay on top of the food change or get served on the platter
So I once again organize to spit that gutter
Ima grinder for life even if I get touch by the reaper
Word on the mother the cheddar coming sooner than later
Royale re-emerged, I am better than ever
Running to the money with the urgency, you ain't heard of me
Feeling like a Brink truck for the pickup
Gotda watch out for the stick up, that's them broke boy tendencies
If my memory serves me anything, it's dead prez
And women popping pills like Pez heads
My eyes red from the OT and that OG
Looking like I'm Darkseid, you would think I'm so OP
I'ma villian, understand anybody my rival
Fuck any and all idols and all their disciples
I'm ending the cycle, mo heated than Cairo
Start reading ya bibles, I'm stripping the titles
From these lame ass niggas that enter my lane
If ya screaming, I'm next, I'm ending ya name
Off the grid for a minute but still in the game
Y'all and last year, really just one in the same
Chuck the deuces to any a nuisance
Heavy handed so if you run up, nigga you stupid
Made plans with the click for building the brand
Couple grand off the rip for meeting with fans
Took a trip to Jamaica for weed and a tan
Split the blunt down the middle as soon as I land
Let the games begin, women just serenade
Heard we do music so pum pum thrown, like hand grenades
Back home, renegade tactics for the chocha
Bread for da pussy burning niggas like a toasta
Or you get a pretty one that's always actin loca
Why she gotda talk that mess and never close her boca
Gossip travels quicker than lighting
From congregations, packed with hatred like lycans
Retaliation, Death Notes in my writing
Y'all hesitating, when ya clash with a titan
I emerged from the bottom, urge to converge with the dollar
Choppa on my waistline, technine ready to fire
See that's that absolute power help murda like ether
I'm not a killa, just a man with a hand with a finger
Former hustla, soldier, both I'll pull rank on ya collar
Mess up your grill if you a doubter, like my brotha did my Chrysler
I conceal my meaning like a cipher at a cipher
Don't hate cuz the youngin wiser just respect your elders
I'm about paper, fuck bitch this pussy is made for the slaughter
Been about that but reintroduced by the Carter
And I'm thinking that he nice but I'm sure I can come harder
Gotda stay on top of the food change or get served on the platter
So I once again organize to spit that gutter
Ima grinder for life even if I get touch by the reaper
Word on the mother the cheddar coming sooner than later
Royale re-emerged, I am better than ever
Credits
Writer(s): Jamiell Gonzalez
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