Ghost (feat. Jay Cartier)
Woodah
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My bro hit me on the phone like “how’s it going nigga” I’m like shittttt money coming money goin nigga By 25 I’m tryna be in that foreign whippin So if it ain’t about business then I’m ignoring niggas I’m really with the shits like a janitor Shawty go to Chapel hill her nigga know I’m ramming her Got white people money boy I’m something like a Lannister Ten toes grounded but I’m higher than a banister My old bitch left me tell that hoe I said I’m proud of her Bank accounts was empty now them commas got it crowding up And yeah I see the difference when them blessings started adding up Brodie said get on they ass my nigga you ain’t mad enough Underdog if you look at the numbers But one on one everyone can tell I’m not going under They really sleep they in a slumber for real I’m ballin I’m bringing thunder for real That’s how I’m coming for real These niggas are a bunch of clowns Too much wordplay I really had to dumb it down That boy Kelso on a high he never coming down Feel like jigga and yeezy the way we run the town Me and brodie some animals like baby and stunna Two twin choppas leave you drippin call em baby and gunna I’m not even in my city i’m just home for da summer Shawty begging for some pipe like she need a new plumber And I’m in sheep’s skin stunting on the Wolfpack My black book thicker than the binder in my book bag Now Every time I ram her I feel like Roy how she playing for me I'm such a devil , don’t know why my dukes still praying for me If you’re in my way your father wasn’t a glass maker Shout to the ones that been down before I had paper Never went to class but I been major I run the whole city like the motherfuckin mayor She don’t wanna fall for me cuz she think that ima player Thank my Lord and savior but don’t think that ima save her Heart is so cold in the summer I wear layers They running out of breath tryna catch me need grab your inhaler I’m wavy but I’m more like I pirate I’m not a sailor I hit her from the back just tryna wake up the neighbors I be chillin in the cut like a razor Hitting shots from everywhere I should be on the Lakers I ain’t heaven sent I’m pinning more hoes than wrestlers Feeling like a barber cutting niggas like who next up And yeah they throwing shots like a nigga not the best one Niggas ducked my right so I had to use the left one Women not my mother always saying “you a mess son” A brother with a mind like mine I ain’t met one Just cashed a check now I’m thinking bout the next one Niggas say we fam but they more like my step sons Women on my line like sororities It’s 4 of them and 1 of me I feel like a minority Historically I always had a problem with authority Now labels hate a nigga cuz I’m asking for majorities Rolling loud out in Raleigh, never been to LA I ain’t tryna talk I just want the top like a toupe Cop a quarter on Friday Had a 8th by Sunday F*ck around and had to cop another quarter by Monday Good at burning bridges but you rarely see me build one Always round some bitches but a nigga never been one Counterfeit niggas yeah I never find a real one But bitch I been a real one
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