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reality with pseudo-God dreams
The ghost of violence was something I'd seen
I sold my soul to be the human obscene
How could this poison be the
Dream

lookin spangled
Johnny get in behind us
NO PANIC... We stay entangled
You wearing a fuckin helmet?
Then let your lieutenants dangle
Look my bandana tied

AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many

through the walls and in my bed
Yeah you lay right by my side
And kill me every night
I should be used to it by now

And even though I knew how it would end

eyes
You're lurking in the bedroom
So I quickly pass you by
You're the ghost of someone
Who once loved me
And I still love the someone
That your ghost

Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the meals,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes

By my side n they all fucking sound 
I don't want your ex nigga pipe down
Nah I don't want your X nigga bite down
Still ride your BMX but you old now

to come face to face with it
Metal bracelets if you got questions
Hospital patient you wastin' a bed on
Suffocated by the pillow your head on
Roll up

Too turned (yeah)
I hop in this bitch ain't no u turn (nah)
I'm talking my shit and the stoo burn (hot)
You made a mistake I hope you learned (bitch)

Said you loved me by the ocean
Sunlight bringing out, the gold in your eyes
Waves were crashing in slow motion
I could stay here for, the rest of my

Cali I hang by the coast
Been fighting these demons and seeing these ghosts
I need my an angel thats silver not gold
Ill stay on my grind till I ride in

Gold drip AK by my side

Let it down, let it bounce, yeah, we roll that way
Get ya gun, get ya mask and get out my way

Terror
Nü-vein
My knife
Iced out

you hear me?
A battle for control,
It's savage how it cultivate
You stagnant with open arms, flattered by my charm
From your family, you was running

Price tag on my head (Aye)
Nice bag on my bed (Aye)
Room dripped in my lead (Aye)
Third eye on the feds (Aye)
Oops bitch I ain't dead (Aye)
I know

cin't ‘bout the girls in-your-bed
It's all about the way you groove

It ain't about the way you shine
It ain't about if-win-or-lose
It ain't about

trip
All I think about is how next to get rich
All I dream about are tax breaks in heaven
All I hear about are ghost notes of dead friends
All I'm

It's really gon' hold them back
All I be seeing is platinum and gold
I'm going ghost when I'm hitting the road
My family knows I'm bringing it home

Work Remix

French Montana

Trap Lord [Clean]

2013

head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a n****

Work [Remix]

French Montana

Trap Lord

2013

head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga

soul
All my life
Been through the hardest times
Now everythings
Sweet potatoes
In search of food for my soul
I was a fool for the gold
Now everythings

I suppose everything you have could turn to gold
Let's just hope the convict in your skin won't get parole
We'll just see, until then we'll just have

the ghost
Try to save my memory

Red river
Closed casket
Cold shivers
Can't mask it
Was it god
Was it fate or
Was it because I was too late

I lay down your

past religion
Just stare into my palms to see the path that you were given
Yeah is it to your liking
Or boy have you been tripping
Or do you got gold

In The Jungle

Dave East

Beloved

2018

season
I know my past hoes, they regret leavin' (I know)
I couldda died in that crash, really regret speedin'
Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one,