Ghost/4AReason
All foreign designer it's all on my kick
I feel like a miner the way that I'm crafting this shit
Riding around and I look like a lick
I'm breaking her spinal cord and shit
The bitch can't really afford me and shit
I just fucked that bitch then I just had to forget her
If you all in my shit, you getting ripped,
You getting severed
I'm just trying to get rich
If you play you get flipped
Hit his ass up with that weapon
I do this shit with no effort
Smoking spliffs until my head hurt
Got sticks on me feel like a veteran
Late at night I couldn't sleep
That's why I double stuffed my cup
White styrofoam, But it's stained with that mud
I just crushed a xanax then I put it in my blunt
These fella be lame as fuck, they lying for what?
I can't say that
I'm surprised
That I fell for your lies
Again this time
I had to sit back and realize
That I'm better then whatever
You had planned for me the whole time
Shit fucked me up so bad
That I had to get more high
I was pouring up a 4, man
I just poured up a line
Poured a whole zip in a 2 liter
But it won't bring you back this time
Got a top view
From the roof of the penthouse
With my dior slides
We walking through
Saks Fifth and Neimans
I eat on this beat
I'm just feasting
One hit off my pack got me eating
I'm breaking it down
Break it even
I'm not the one they believed in
They sending me messages
Not reading
You hurt me so bad
Got me bleeding
I'm doing this shit for a reason...
I feel like a miner the way that I'm crafting this shit
Riding around and I look like a lick
I'm breaking her spinal cord and shit
The bitch can't really afford me and shit
I just fucked that bitch then I just had to forget her
If you all in my shit, you getting ripped,
You getting severed
I'm just trying to get rich
If you play you get flipped
Hit his ass up with that weapon
I do this shit with no effort
Smoking spliffs until my head hurt
Got sticks on me feel like a veteran
Late at night I couldn't sleep
That's why I double stuffed my cup
White styrofoam, But it's stained with that mud
I just crushed a xanax then I put it in my blunt
These fella be lame as fuck, they lying for what?
I can't say that
I'm surprised
That I fell for your lies
Again this time
I had to sit back and realize
That I'm better then whatever
You had planned for me the whole time
Shit fucked me up so bad
That I had to get more high
I was pouring up a 4, man
I just poured up a line
Poured a whole zip in a 2 liter
But it won't bring you back this time
Got a top view
From the roof of the penthouse
With my dior slides
We walking through
Saks Fifth and Neimans
I eat on this beat
I'm just feasting
One hit off my pack got me eating
I'm breaking it down
Break it even
I'm not the one they believed in
They sending me messages
Not reading
You hurt me so bad
Got me bleeding
I'm doing this shit for a reason...
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Polacky
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