Prison
Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us, of course they're runnin'
Buck into us, of course they're runnin'
See my life on the block's like livin' in hell (Hell, hell)
I'm beefin' olders to young G's
Creep on my block and you might get shelled
You won't know who done the unknown shootin'
Why? 'Cah my strip don't tell
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Nine gang lurk in the night, no girl
Knives or bruck back sawn with bells
If I'm in the bando then I brought my scales
Pyrex whip, tell my young boy split them bits
Boy wonder go lick them sales
My opp boys trap, then chit and tell
You didn't wanna breach that bail (Wasteman)
I was in the trap with my boys
You was in a hotel tryna beat that gyal
My Rambo knife's gonna ching man well
Look, we buss cases
All my opp boys get clocked when they bop, oh well
Chuck him in the back bro, let's raise some hell
Turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
See, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Don't try link shit to me, you're bluffin'
Roll up like a spliff and bun him
Buck into us, of course they're runnin' (Whoosh)
Your broski's face got bloodied
Straight to the done him, of course we done it
Couldn't finish the drill 'cah the jakes keep comin'
Cheff man up like I'm choppin' cabbage
Go another opp block and cause some damage
Damn it, damn, all my paigons vanished
They don't wanna buck us 'cause broski brang it
Lurk in a Corsa see a Corsa savage, bang it
Now I'm in a court case, damn it
When them man on free flow, he got caught, too tragic
Damage, you see my Niners been the baddest
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us, of course they're runnin'
Buck into us, of course they're runnin'
See my life on the block's like livin' in hell (Hell, hell)
I'm beefin' olders to young G's
Creep on my block and you might get shelled
You won't know who done the unknown shootin'
Why? 'Cah my strip don't tell
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Nine gang lurk in the night, no girl
Knives or bruck back sawn with bells
If I'm in the bando then I brought my scales
Pyrex whip, tell my young boy split them bits
Boy wonder go lick them sales
My opp boys trap, then chit and tell
You didn't wanna breach that bail (Wasteman)
I was in the trap with my boys
You was in a hotel tryna beat that gyal
My Rambo knife's gonna ching man well
Look, we buss cases
All my opp boys get clocked when they bop, oh well
Chuck him in the back bro, let's raise some hell
Turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
I said turn, turn the ding-dong well (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
See, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Don't try link shit to me, you're bluffin'
Roll up like a spliff and bun him
Buck into us, of course they're runnin' (Whoosh)
Your broski's face got bloodied
Straight to the done him, of course we done it
Couldn't finish the drill 'cah the jakes keep comin'
Cheff man up like I'm choppin' cabbage
Go another opp block and cause some damage
Damn it, damn, all my paigons vanished
They don't wanna buck us 'cause broski brang it
Lurk in a Corsa see a Corsa savage, bang it
Now I'm in a court case, damn it
When them man on free flow, he got caught, too tragic
Damage, you see my Niners been the baddest
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
This life of stress, I keep on sinnin'
I'm in the back of a four door swingin'
Anyone slip and we rise and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys, but he gon' next
And my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they locked in prison (Mmhmm)
Ghosty
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Writer(s): Daniel Lena, Bradley Robert Moss
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