GHOSTFACE

Slit yo bitches throat
Wide open hopin hocus
Pocus in my focus, hope
These fuckin demons notice
In my prison cell, smokin
Rollin, dope in fuckin
Pimped out locomotives
What's my motive, I'm not
Tryna live a hopeless life
I just want a wife
Bury knife inside my past life
Roll a blunt a night
I get up to fight
All my fuckin vices watch me try
When I fuckin die, hope before
I live my christian life
Drinkin dirty sprite, acid in my eye
Ganja on the cyph, I be catching flight
With my niggas hurt for life, cause
Hysteria we might, two collectives hoe
Till I fuckin blow, hoe she fuckin blow
You don't want the smoke
Big L in my headphones
Billy joe he wrote, I had greener days
Back when I was broke
And bitch I still be broke
I still live to cope
With the things you don't see
I'm that dirty jersey, make you thirsty
Murky water, wake you early
Studio put me in a coma yeah
Netuh on the beat hoe
I be sicker flow
I be sicker than a juicy hoe

I used to listen to kendrick, cole, lil wayne
Takin me back to the roots, let us start again
We are hysteria we are not spider gang
Fuck is aesthetic, the fuck is a saber gang
I'm wit the H-U-R-T we been traveling
Callin my niggas, we pullup with savages
Crashin it, don't forget that I be passionate
After this Ima go back to my labyrinth
Show you why they askin
Mango what's happening

I told my fam Ima be okay and
I call my pops tell him I'll be okay
Callin my mom said I'll be okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Smokin so much dope
Hold it up like a pelican
To the fuckin drum
Fuck that hoe I make her cum
The she come back home with
A drunk bae
Pullup like a nigga ren with kickback

Yuh
And I think about the things of my past life
And she wanna coal with blaze
She gon struck a knight
And I come in with the blade slit
Her throat at night
Gotcha breakin up with me
And that shit not right



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Writer(s): Jordy Cortez
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