Rise
Ay, whats good you don't know me yet
Names Ghost and I got the dopest flows I bet
I get up on the mic and make the whole game sweat
I never really like to leave my home unless
I'm boutta do a show with the bros for some dough dough
Drowning in the flow I don't know where to go go
Dreaming of the snow, see me glow, saying woah woah
Blazing down the road, Cali grown, puffin dro dro
I can throw throw over them mountains
Uncle Rico getting dome in the fountain
Nasty, Get back G, Stand Up
Slide up to ya girl go ludacris on her ass cheeks
Ghost too sick when I spray that spit
Flow COVID, too easy to transmit
Ghost got grit, I fall but I wont quit
Yahomes unlit, we run it like patrick
I gotta be, more than a commodity
Claim to be an oddity
The only thing that's odd to me
Is how I knew the prophcy
Predicted rising nightly to the top for me
I'm probably going terminal the way I breathe velocity
Stop it G, Casper bout to pop it off
Pull up lil cutie where ya drink I'm boutta top it off
Gimme gimme head I'm feeling stress I need to lop it off
Baby throwin' neck I got a load I need to drop it off
Ghost bangs strangely, don't kink shame me
No New Orleans blood but I am saintly
Doc sounds Strange oh ya my time with the pain changed me
Dark thought trains are arranged through my brain daily
Cant top me, stumble round the ring keep swinging like rocky
Ya'll copy? Crew Motley
Kick start my heart at the river where god shocked me
Suicide doors on the shore where the wind stopped me
But that's enough about the trauma
Back up to the shit that you was bumpin' for ya momma
No disrespect homie I don't really want the drama
I'm just tryna multiply the O's that come before the commas
I might die working that nine to five
I need a skyline, drive by, ninety nine
Up on the I-5, my dimes, mighty fine
Getting choked by a baddy giving Ivy vibes
Soul Caliber, Ghost keep smashing these beats like Gallagher
Compare to the game you gon' need a a bigger caliper
Boutta drop an EP put it on your calendar
Rap game seems weak, got a new challenger
Street fighter in the whip
Controller in my lap and a hadouken in the clip
Don't you even try to jump I'll shoryuken to your lip
But I'mma cut the nerdy shit before the numbers start to dip
Man what do ya'll want that the Ghost can't do?
Ya'll picking on me but the Ghost can't lose
I never made a claim that the ghost can't prove
I never eat beef but the Ghost would eat you
Names Ghost and I got the dopest flows I bet
I get up on the mic and make the whole game sweat
I never really like to leave my home unless
I'm boutta do a show with the bros for some dough dough
Drowning in the flow I don't know where to go go
Dreaming of the snow, see me glow, saying woah woah
Blazing down the road, Cali grown, puffin dro dro
I can throw throw over them mountains
Uncle Rico getting dome in the fountain
Nasty, Get back G, Stand Up
Slide up to ya girl go ludacris on her ass cheeks
Ghost too sick when I spray that spit
Flow COVID, too easy to transmit
Ghost got grit, I fall but I wont quit
Yahomes unlit, we run it like patrick
I gotta be, more than a commodity
Claim to be an oddity
The only thing that's odd to me
Is how I knew the prophcy
Predicted rising nightly to the top for me
I'm probably going terminal the way I breathe velocity
Stop it G, Casper bout to pop it off
Pull up lil cutie where ya drink I'm boutta top it off
Gimme gimme head I'm feeling stress I need to lop it off
Baby throwin' neck I got a load I need to drop it off
Ghost bangs strangely, don't kink shame me
No New Orleans blood but I am saintly
Doc sounds Strange oh ya my time with the pain changed me
Dark thought trains are arranged through my brain daily
Cant top me, stumble round the ring keep swinging like rocky
Ya'll copy? Crew Motley
Kick start my heart at the river where god shocked me
Suicide doors on the shore where the wind stopped me
But that's enough about the trauma
Back up to the shit that you was bumpin' for ya momma
No disrespect homie I don't really want the drama
I'm just tryna multiply the O's that come before the commas
I might die working that nine to five
I need a skyline, drive by, ninety nine
Up on the I-5, my dimes, mighty fine
Getting choked by a baddy giving Ivy vibes
Soul Caliber, Ghost keep smashing these beats like Gallagher
Compare to the game you gon' need a a bigger caliper
Boutta drop an EP put it on your calendar
Rap game seems weak, got a new challenger
Street fighter in the whip
Controller in my lap and a hadouken in the clip
Don't you even try to jump I'll shoryuken to your lip
But I'mma cut the nerdy shit before the numbers start to dip
Man what do ya'll want that the Ghost can't do?
Ya'll picking on me but the Ghost can't lose
I never made a claim that the ghost can't prove
I never eat beef but the Ghost would eat you
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Writer(s): Jess Freeman
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