POLTERGEIST (feat. Z3PHYR)
I'm walking out with fineness
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby go get a check
Kid is breaking all these locks
Unlocking my new chronicles
Tell the story of a legend
That is just the interlude
I conclude
The kid been stacking up his x p
I'm the masta lil bitch platinum prestige
From the eight o five the holy ghost
The fucking crooked clan
Dollar scoops of Chinese food
Eating at a bench
I remember being young and
Scrapin for a chance
Stupid mothafucka
Really couldn't understand
I'm riding mystery
Get haunted tonight
Yeah all my homies feast
Sipping luxurious wine
From the rags to riches
Bars to lyrics
Bout time
I let the ghost out on your team
Poltergeisting in your mind
There are sixteen spirits that currently occupy the residence
Several of these are that of fallen soldiers
They believe that these spirits continue to patrol the house
I'm waking out with fineness
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby get you a check
I'm in a UFO
Straight from Denver CO
I be like re, me, so
Because I'm always fuckin backwards
Bone not tied to the soul
And if you see me popping caps then
keep yo head up on the low
Bitch you fuck with the ghost
Shit that's the main attraction
Bitch quit yo shit talk
Shit imma keep yo backs bent
Yeah I bet you pissed off
I'm at the bank an I'm laughing
I claim yo wrist watch
An shit you say you a savage
I think that shit outta habbit
I'm riding mystery
I'm a diesease upon the land
I'm such a mystery
I kick yo face into the sand
And then I send you beats
Kameha shit im a saiyan
Theres a tax for these
Thats the senders fee
They belive that these spirits continue to patrol the house
She heard the door to her room open
And footsteps drag across the creeky wooden floor
I'm waking out with fineness
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby get you a check
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding myst
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby go get a check
Kid is breaking all these locks
Unlocking my new chronicles
Tell the story of a legend
That is just the interlude
I conclude
The kid been stacking up his x p
I'm the masta lil bitch platinum prestige
From the eight o five the holy ghost
The fucking crooked clan
Dollar scoops of Chinese food
Eating at a bench
I remember being young and
Scrapin for a chance
Stupid mothafucka
Really couldn't understand
I'm riding mystery
Get haunted tonight
Yeah all my homies feast
Sipping luxurious wine
From the rags to riches
Bars to lyrics
Bout time
I let the ghost out on your team
Poltergeisting in your mind
There are sixteen spirits that currently occupy the residence
Several of these are that of fallen soldiers
They believe that these spirits continue to patrol the house
I'm waking out with fineness
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby get you a check
I'm in a UFO
Straight from Denver CO
I be like re, me, so
Because I'm always fuckin backwards
Bone not tied to the soul
And if you see me popping caps then
keep yo head up on the low
Bitch you fuck with the ghost
Shit that's the main attraction
Bitch quit yo shit talk
Shit imma keep yo backs bent
Yeah I bet you pissed off
I'm at the bank an I'm laughing
I claim yo wrist watch
An shit you say you a savage
I think that shit outta habbit
I'm riding mystery
I'm a diesease upon the land
I'm such a mystery
I kick yo face into the sand
And then I send you beats
Kameha shit im a saiyan
Theres a tax for these
Thats the senders fee
They belive that these spirits continue to patrol the house
She heard the door to her room open
And footsteps drag across the creeky wooden floor
I'm waking out with fineness
I'm aiming shots for the neck
You know the game is protect
What you making, invest
Every dollar you get
Till you buying a rocket
And go party with Martians
Baby get you a check
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding mystery
Ri-ri-riding mystery
Riding myst
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Thorson
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