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half of me
Wishing bigger than a picket fence
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
What God has joined, man cannot divide
Maybe that's why the money always by

Circle of Tyrants

Necro

Gory Days

status got you shook
a lot of crooks will respect my rap step kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head
Or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep

ghost as the replacement! (Oh! Ho! Ho!)
There will be no more red suit jolly dope
I could describe the scene by all means but I’ll keep it clean for

community
I'm gifted precious rosary beads
Same ones blessed by the pope
Shoutout Benjamin Hooper
Friends turn to brothers
Brothers become next of kin

to free my mind, find clearer skies ahead
Cos if every cloud has a silver lining then by now I should be dead

Hey, Hey, “You better give up the ghost

cool, well check this
I guess it's a date, picked up later on and headed at the lake
Had a husband and kids but it ain't my fault
He must have not been

I'm a monster
And the jeweler went ham on the Gauntlet
And she looking like damn yeah I want It
Bout to ghost face kill it in a bonnet
Baby never

on probation
Still probably high getting by
Trying to overcome his passed mistakes
While passing jays
Hard to listen what the pastor say
Family members pass away

feels' like they TWICE
Heard you texting them kids showing' no hesitation
And my glock got a dick wanna try penetration
Still takin the bus? Bitch we

a couple tears when somebody gives me a hug
I want a baddie by my side, I'm addicted to like a drug
I been low for a minute, but I'm movin' shit like a thug

fiending
And I be moving cold
Like I'm Santa with the snow
Got the phantom when I ghost
All aboard loco mo
Running the train
Blowing the brain
Going insane

neglected by teachers and students; nobody cared
About my soul, I was scared, I was a ghost; just not there
Yeah, I struggled with grades, but had pulled

thing he'll pay off like a loan
He worth seven-figures paying off his phone
These niggas is gone
I'm a take you then run it up
Til our kids in the back

status, got you shook
A lot of crooks will respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep inside

wanted clout
She bringin' up different folks
And doing the most
Don't know what that's about

Tryna record and post
Ain't feeling her ghost
I'm kicking her

That's why every week, we do dip-ins and ghost
Got a show so we're bringing the smoke
Only thing that you niggas are bringing is hoes
I've got a thing

I think I'm ready for you to judge me now
Looking up to your idol
While you remain idle
How are people living their best lives but still suicidal
Kids

Yet, but I will be soon
Bizzy kid tremendous
I would recommend this
To bump up in your tape deck
Fucking with me
On the music tip
You could call it safe

waiting on you...
Especially you
The candles were lit with care by acolytes
Those are the kids that wear the robes and
The older folks in the black

girl! Lettuce niggas pay for it
The premium. Dad’s a preacher, so she lettuce pray for it
Supporters supporting her kid’s meal. She in school too
Tryna

dads
Even the ones living the full family dream
Cause I was grateful for what we had
Roof on our heads and shoes by our beds
I'm worried about all our

always blame us our ways wishing you were still our age 
Acting like you never done it once or twice
Alright now what is this
What have you kids done this

and blossoms like a ghost
Story i used to be the class clown
Now I feel like I'm the
Goddamned professor at the circus
Soaking every sector of my opiate

controlled by Sorcerer supreme 
But strange i'm faded i'm a ghost like Ryan Rens and his team  
Shit getting dark like Nemo's dad swimming down in that fissure