Ghost Freestyle

99 lac coupe deville sittin on 24s
Ride wit mine, strapped, shoot to kill, dont let my gun explode
100 hoes, change bitches around like they was fuckin clothes
She touch her toes for a young nigga, she know im touchin dough
Get bucks fasho, vultures all around so it tucks it close
She thought her new nigga was just as playa but he aint cuttin close
She said i got such a dope dick she need another dose
She hope i lock it down and fly her ass out to another coast
But soon as she get expensive, imma up and ghost
Im just a ghost, tryna get the cream, i feel like tony stark
My mans raekwon, don't bring the ruckus cus we known to start
Can't trust too many folks, won't be around me if ion know his heart
My circle small, been crossed so many times, that's why my soul is dark
Them old ties i had was weak as fuck thats why i broke apart
You think i'd get coins wit them boys again? you must be smokin carts
I smell the hate wreak from these fellas crazy, i guess my nose is sharp
I could never work with these niggas, they makin bogus art
With no conviction, sloppy flows with holes and no precision
The passion in ya tone is missin, plus i can hear there's no intention
But before i cook, i prep ingredients and scope the kitchen
Im tryna make a mill, i just need the labels throw the chicken
The coldest spittin, mic get frozen when my vocals hit it
You know I'm with it, I'm schoolin niggas and coachin bitches
Audio drugs might overdose you take the whole prescription
Im bringin malice to the palace like my foe the pistons
Runnin to the check im finna go the distance



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Writer(s): Demarcus Pollard
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