Mtg
It's that religious feeling, the holy ghost
The holy ghost spoke to me, he said
(agh agh)
Came from the meadows, bumping instrumentals
Rock and heavy metal in my brand new truck
Not from a ghetto, but we can get close
If you want real smoke, I got them both
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
This what freedom feels like, I can finally ignore them
Reminisce about future, I prefer moving forward
My rhymes are timeless, but I'm not immortal
I ain't got a stylist, but look at my wardrobe
If they copy me, I don't blame them
New white t shirt, stainless
Why do my pay checks
Look longer than a number on a phone
Baby, when I'm blown, I'm gone
You promise, I don't, remember you
They liked me back than, but they love me now
No grudges being held, because she sucked them out
Both arms in my purse, weight on my shoulders
But the pounds don't hurt
Yeah the pounds don't hurt
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
The holy ghost spoke to me, he said
(agh agh)
Came from the meadows, bumping instrumentals
Rock and heavy metal in my brand new truck
Not from a ghetto, but we can get close
If you want real smoke, I got them both
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
This what freedom feels like, I can finally ignore them
Reminisce about future, I prefer moving forward
My rhymes are timeless, but I'm not immortal
I ain't got a stylist, but look at my wardrobe
If they copy me, I don't blame them
New white t shirt, stainless
Why do my pay checks
Look longer than a number on a phone
Baby, when I'm blown, I'm gone
You promise, I don't, remember you
They liked me back than, but they love me now
No grudges being held, because she sucked them out
Both arms in my purse, weight on my shoulders
But the pounds don't hurt
Yeah the pounds don't hurt
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
Money, trucks and guitars
Real neighbourhood superstars
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
It don't mean shit to me
Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Zaviyalov, Egor Mutovkin
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