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Persecuted I go hard only my trues feel dat
They tryna put a red dot on my head like just like a tilak
Where im from mane the drama never stops
On the block,

on my mind I do not know
I fell for you with no hesitation
Since day one I thought you was amazing
Now I'm over it and my mind is racing
Do I ghost you

down to thee
Put neon lights under these
Cut the molly with the speed
Get money then repeat
Nike is on my fucking feet
Living honest does not pay off

from the hood 
Don't get it misunderstood she get classy when she should 
She my rider call her Bonnie go out like Ghost and Tommy 
No need to call my

on them
Off white turn red
Got their friend but the rest done fled
No way can I move like them
Roll him in rizz let hit my chest
No remorse it won't cross

boat winter sux tha ethereum is whutz up  but tha casino still ray Allen/ clutch/tha moonlight look remarkable/ lemme step outside  n roll up right by

ghost never nice in the game step on my toes then I step on your head...
Your life not worthy for guns but out of respect it will end by my hands
My wall

tonight, lil baby you might see the ghost of me
High and mighty on the mic, but inside I'm strugglin' hopelessly
Man, these drugs keep 'em close to me
Man,

the clouds
By your windowpane I'm biting my nails as I pause
Still my head turns around
I look through the glass
Green turned to brown and
Red turned to black

jus link up when we can, I ain't trynna argue
Why you sending all these texts I said I'll call
Red flag, lemme cut you off befo you stabbin dolls
I

see the signs and I swerve through a red light, next time
There won't be a next time
Friends turn to foes that we learned to ghost and that's when it

the air, I hit my target like the pros

You ain't a killer and it shows, you ain't never up the pole
That nigga pulled up in the Ghost, but he left

like a concession, Stand I'ma stand up
Money come in rubber Bands, got bands in the Bando
Wit a red bandanna Feel like a Rambo, I got The pounds

take classes to pull triggers 
They would move the target back and I’m making the hole bigger, go figure
Pseudo go ghosts like jack reacher, and for that

fuck that life the holy ghost too amazing
He saved my life from destruction in the making
Yeah showed me Christ when I was best friends with satan
Now I

Defeating everything I can and eat my senzu bean
I’m back I’m flowing life like dame
Im on my red Its either love or dangе’ you choose to warn you
My mic is

a dime
I would never lose my sight, I would rather lose my life
I am not a figurehead, I'm a figure with no head
A ghost left, floating in the path

want to Grow apart
The drugs are drowning you I’m looking down on you from Noah’s ark
Surrounded by a work of art I went to work to make a work of art
My

niggas big bleeding rocking red like they the cardinals
Nasty like a barnacle welcome to my barbecue
Got something to offer pay yo soul as the price
Wait

he take the backseat
His life been run by spreadsheets
Gave up his dreams so he hatin' on me
You need a glass of water, you finna overheat
Takin'

the red dress
She a demonic woman
Smoke in the air, do a spin
I'm counting up all my sins
Yeah bitch, got a hell of it
Don't know if that's relevant
Girl,

em' beef
Am too focused getting Ps
Get the Scene
Shake it up
It's well-received
By the realest check the Fee
Rep Chicago overSeas
Sleeping on me they

eleven ghost writers
Got the red flag bitches you can call me bullfighter
Cummin half an hour late cos i got lost in the vagina
I heard it through

An appropriately placed ghost in an icon on my phone
Is it me or them deciding if I get to be alone

It's definitely me, no debating whatsoever,
I change my mind so