GHOSTBOY

SAINT BLUNT

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SAINT BLUNT


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Little bitch talking shit
What is this, what is this
Treat they ass like ghost
They don't exist

Little bitch talking shit
What is this, what is this
Treat they ass like ghost
They don't exist

If I'm not the king then I'm the prince, yeah
Only ghost in this bitch is the kid, uh
Making shit that you just wish you did, no no
Had to cut you off, the ghost prince haunting again (uh, yeah)

Cut my bro I don't need 'em
Could give a f*ck about his ass
He got ill intentions
I can see em past your mask

Talking like you money but I know you lacking class
You sipping only muddy I stay clear like some glass

Yeah, I came to destroy
And I'm breaking all your toys
I'm an eerie motherfucker
Steady haunting all your noise

Best steer clear me motherfucker can't you tell just by my voice
I've been fighting so damn long how the f*ck am I poised

Aye, demons in my head tryna pastor me
Yeah, born torn apart like a bastard seed
Yeah, God want me dead He put a rack on me
Yeah, just let me die in my own fashion please

Always been this way
Rule just like a king
Then the ghost boy clear the space
I'm just trying to sing, why you caught up in the hate
Cut your ass off boy you cheering at the bleachers
Call my bitch a zombie, she suck me till my meat hurt

Do what you do in triple
You know ghost boy got that workflow
My shit popping like a pimple
Dog we can't relate you're simple

Gramps kicked me out, I'm sinful
Threatened by me that's pitiful
Love my raps more than my billfold
If you're in my way then you're in the kill zone

Uh, y'all don't talk with experience
I say my shit because I'm feeling it
Could a give a f*ck who the realest is
Only concerned about winning shit

Got my bitch right by my side
We smoke that green every day and night
I hate my life so I need that light
When you talk shit that I'm going to be alright

Got no Xs and Os, for friends famly and foe
There's no blood when you ghost
There's no love when you the cold

Got no love for these hoes
Get too close, you get froze
Diamonds wrapped around my soul
This the life that I chose

Never settled for the middle
F*ck that Malcolm for real
I just clap cheeks getting nasty, bitch I f*ck like a drill
Fucking like a drill
Damn the Blunt be staying ill
Working these skills
All these fucking beats getting killed

Little bitch talking shit
What is this, what is this
Treat they ass like ghost
They don't exist

Little bitch talking shit
What is this, what is this
Treat they ass like ghost
They don't exist

If I'm not the king then I'm the prince, yeah
Only ghost in this bitch is the kid, uh
Making shit that you just wish you did, no no
Had to cut you off, the ghost prince haunting again
Aye

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Written by: Elijah Blunt

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