Interlude
Needs more cowbell I agree
Ghost where you been?
Ghost where you been?
Ghost where you been?
Ay been chilling
Back up on the beat and now I'm west coast killing
Everybody take a seat I'm 'bout to stress my feelings
What's the limit I'mma reach I'mma guess no ceilings
I'm wheezy hold up let me catch my breath
Feel queasy wonder when I catch my death
Put the mic in my hand my anxiety scrams
Take a look at my fans say it with my chest
Tick tock go the beat clock
Let a free rock in my Reeboks
Cheap socks cheap watch
Got a bad bitch hit a g spot
Telling these thots that I'm not coming over again
Get the fuck out my car no red rover again
Tooting these Iggy's I'll boot a Miss Piggy
Will Smith in the booth all these groupies get jiggy
That talent is Biggie they calling me wiggy
I pick up a mic nobody fuck wit' me
Jump on a beat women flashing they titties
Playing I'm married and got me two kiddies
Two children who love me despite being shitty
They say I'm the best but I tell 'em not really
Well
Less of course they're talking bout rapping
9 to 5 no time for the trapping
An ill mind the kind I grind up in that pen
Weed smoke confined all the time trapped in
A labyrinth of lyrics beat plays I hear it
Can't stop the juice it goes loose when I'm near it
I'm killing that waiter for spilling my spirits
That numb numb juice without it I'm fearing
I might go crazy bruh
Long night all hazy yuh
Got bae like Jay-Z what? I
Roadhouse this beat like Swayze
Innocent bro do not taze me
Slay the night king like I'm Maisie
How'd this boi flow get so wavy
Even Starfleet do not phase me
Now I'm coming cuz these lames be
Mumble rapping and it pains me
When the beat they're on is flaming
Yo I can't tell what they're saying
The black and white is graying
All these oompa loompa rappers
Got no damn style and I stay praying
That I break the mold like I be Cordae-ing
Got beats I kill 'em like that
3 points I drill 'em like that
Like Gilbert Arenas or Logic
I'll sell out arenas
Won't talk 'bout my penis
It's average as fuck
I still hit it the meanest
Spit it the cleanest
J-Cole the Supremist
Transitions are seamless
I'm waking up creamless
Got me feeling dreamless
I'll slow down a bit so you know
I'm a genius
Everybody know what I mean? Yes
Ain't nobody know what I mean? Bruh
I'm mean let me tell you what the fuck I mean
I pull up on the late night scene with a late night team
Where the fuck y'all been? I'm Ghost
Ay I'm mean let me tell you what the fuck I mean
I pull up on the late night scene with a late night team
Ghost where you been?
Ghost where you been?
Ghost where you been?
Ay been chilling
Back up on the beat and now I'm west coast killing
Everybody take a seat I'm 'bout to stress my feelings
What's the limit I'mma reach I'mma guess no ceilings
I'm wheezy hold up let me catch my breath
Feel queasy wonder when I catch my death
Put the mic in my hand my anxiety scrams
Take a look at my fans say it with my chest
Tick tock go the beat clock
Let a free rock in my Reeboks
Cheap socks cheap watch
Got a bad bitch hit a g spot
Telling these thots that I'm not coming over again
Get the fuck out my car no red rover again
Tooting these Iggy's I'll boot a Miss Piggy
Will Smith in the booth all these groupies get jiggy
That talent is Biggie they calling me wiggy
I pick up a mic nobody fuck wit' me
Jump on a beat women flashing they titties
Playing I'm married and got me two kiddies
Two children who love me despite being shitty
They say I'm the best but I tell 'em not really
Well
Less of course they're talking bout rapping
9 to 5 no time for the trapping
An ill mind the kind I grind up in that pen
Weed smoke confined all the time trapped in
A labyrinth of lyrics beat plays I hear it
Can't stop the juice it goes loose when I'm near it
I'm killing that waiter for spilling my spirits
That numb numb juice without it I'm fearing
I might go crazy bruh
Long night all hazy yuh
Got bae like Jay-Z what? I
Roadhouse this beat like Swayze
Innocent bro do not taze me
Slay the night king like I'm Maisie
How'd this boi flow get so wavy
Even Starfleet do not phase me
Now I'm coming cuz these lames be
Mumble rapping and it pains me
When the beat they're on is flaming
Yo I can't tell what they're saying
The black and white is graying
All these oompa loompa rappers
Got no damn style and I stay praying
That I break the mold like I be Cordae-ing
Got beats I kill 'em like that
3 points I drill 'em like that
Like Gilbert Arenas or Logic
I'll sell out arenas
Won't talk 'bout my penis
It's average as fuck
I still hit it the meanest
Spit it the cleanest
J-Cole the Supremist
Transitions are seamless
I'm waking up creamless
Got me feeling dreamless
I'll slow down a bit so you know
I'm a genius
Everybody know what I mean? Yes
Ain't nobody know what I mean? Bruh
I'm mean let me tell you what the fuck I mean
I pull up on the late night scene with a late night team
Where the fuck y'all been? I'm Ghost
Ay I'm mean let me tell you what the fuck I mean
I pull up on the late night scene with a late night team
Credits
Writer(s): Jess Freeman
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