Lyrics:
chin leave you leaking in ya house I'm out
Pluck that needle replenish
Replenish your ego
Fix that mask 'for the real you shows through
Pluck that needle
gunplay
I walk and talk that dirty track at two a.m. flizzat
Fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack
Tear your swans in with that gat, I get so
pull up in a brand new ghost
Bitch, I'm a three headed goat
Your bitch a ho, she gave me dome
Yeah, your bitch, she called my phone
Your bitch wet, don't
for a bag of change
Bet it makes you feel like a massive waste
Cuz it's 24/7 gotta mask your face
The only thing I do in this shit is masturbate
Draw FU
on Mad Dog it's only right
Breathing gas late into the night
No gas mask let my lungs get fried
Jump off a building
360 no-scope your ass
I'm finna take
fuck you up
Turn it down for morals, muthafucka turn down for what?
Too gone for family to reach,
I could be up in your face, but my mind will
off, and my dick'll go soft.
Never mix business with your sickness.
Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer,
My
Streets are hard everybody say shit
My your own let these haters speak
When u reach up to your throne
They go hate but on their knees
Man It is what it is
from their Shawshank
My kernels gone nocturnal, it's a cruel crime
And my Tim's gotta swim when it's Tool Time
Sad sack, liquid on your lap
Stewin' in
on the light
Praying to God it’s all in my mind
I turn my head
See an empty bed
Memories dancing across the ceiling
Woah
You disappeared left me
Alone
to go I don't know now
Cant stop and wont slow down
cint tryna get stuck in this ghost town
I see them watching from a distance while im minding my
your face
I recall the case
Cut the grass now I see all the snakes
My lawyer man cake
Cause of you he’s been employed by the beef
And now it’s time
[Street Life]
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not
And I know that it wouldn't really matter
By then you would have a different man in your bed with
Somebody you, actually felt love for for forever
and a hallway drenched in gradient
Only takes a second to locate your metallic scent
Sent a bullet straight through your fake gold heart
This is too easy
Fuck you
pickin' up the glock
Cause that's been my favorite
You gon' meet your maker
Ain't no see you later
Got the gold like Lakers
Bounce that ass like shakers
bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
killas, mane
they don’t leave a witness
heard you tipping to the feds, mane
must be off your meds, mane
pissing in his pants when i put that chrome to his
by my bed, nahi toh nahi
Only if Struggle for that bread, nahi toh nahi, nahi toh nahi
Only if Beef with my past, nahi toh nahi
Only if Pride in
and diamond rings
Make me shell out all these things
You wanna be
A baller
Shot caller
Go pop your colla
Can't fool up my head fi no dollas
Have me in your bed
Ghost,|Conceived in the angel's bed that lives,|Where demons fear to tread.||When I go, to take you in my flesh,|Crawl to bed, to kiss your phantom lips,||Time
(gling gling)
She so gassed up
She give top with mask off
Foam on my dick like bath salt
She at my show, that's your fault
Six shows at the back
and dream
It's the same old scene
You're just a Ghost in the Machine
Raise me up, peel me down
Regret my past, as we're shutdown
Times reflection, no ambition
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
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