Ghost Writer

Yeah
Niggas out here thinkin' that I'm waitin' for a chance, but U'm

I'm really out here grindin
Tryna get mine
And I get it

Yeah
But ugh
I'm just trying to give a back

Brick mind sign myself
Medusa head shine my belt
Knew I was gon make a million
I just had to time myself
Ain made it yet
Sometime I gotta remind myself Back to reality is where I try to find myself
Niggas ain't fucking with me
I ain't trying to whine they slept
Crack 1 to the 3 that was for the time they crep.
Running with them Niggas feed a house with a dime to sale
Make sure everything come out your mouth, make the house prevail
Hard to believe that I'm from the South, cause I'm goin' up
Crunch time showin' up, S-G, I'm throwin' up
Told the bartender, bring me a bottle, cause I'm pourin' up
With the real Illuminati, ho, you ain't knowin' us

You ain't see the glow in us, it's blowin' up, baby
Niggas gotta hate, cause the love be so crazy
Niggas can't play me, to go against you, niggas can't pay me
For the M&Ms, them niggas so shady

I be ridin', I be slidin', ain't been hidin', I been tryin
To focus on my grizzine, that bitch respect my mezzanine
Slid up and made it big time, can't have no slip up this time
Not this time, I miss mine, it'll never come back

Fuck all that win if you win shit like you my brother
Bitch ly'n, I'ma sit back watch'em' eat each other Six, nine,
I ain't from New York, but I can see he undercover
I ain't never goin' out like a sucker tryna get signed

Big dog I'm that for real, kill you if you come to kill
All these presidents but, I ain't tryna run for real
My, my, my like Johnny Gill, that's all I'm tryna see
All this profit equal family, the bottom line is me

Never ever bite the hand that feed, plant a seed
Everything I still got, it's nothin' that a nigga handed me
God direct my path, I ain't just livin' randomly
Wish I could help everybody, they gon' MC Hammer me

Damn, she my only fan, told her get on cam with me
So much origami, they can't understand the G
I be scannin' for the scam, everybody want a piece
Bitch, I said I got them yamz, now everybody wanna eat

So many right answers, everybody wanna speak
Smokin' on briscotti, pippen in a grabba leaf
I can do without you, bitch, cause it's the bag for me
And with that, I'm just tryna give back

I be ridin', I be slidin', I ain't been hidin', I been tryin
Focus on my grizzine, that bitch respect my mezzanine
Slid up and made it big time, can't have no slip up this time
Not this time, I miss mine, it'll never come back

Fuck all that win if you win shit like you my brother
Bitch lyin',
I'ma sit back, watch and eat each other
6ix9ine, I ain't from New York, but I can see you undercover
I ain't never goin' out like a sucker tryna get signed



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Writer(s): Bernard Brooks
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