Lyrics:
to talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move don't budge don't even flinch
Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends
I
I'ma have you put your lighters in the air
I'd like to introduce my main man, Zacari
Take it away, man
Hope is still right around the corner
watch 'em in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My
found myself in the same room
I saw it face bleeding doom
by the years I comprehend
that the ghosts I used to be afraid of now are my best friends
Are we
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
I am lying in my bed and thinking
I can’t hold your hand.
As I’m trying to recover
from the hurt I felt
since you left me looking down,
crying loud
it
Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it
But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton
Yeah~!
[Chorus:]
[S.P.:]
no more, y'all on your con shit
The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
Sean John
And I'll dream you up in this vast, dark bed
Believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck, and I
Want to kiss you but I
disc leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist
And your rib cage get caved like you was punched with an iron fist
Twisted, mind state's evil genius
Ghost in the parish
The haunting of the melodies strong
Excedrin to mask the pain
My brain splitting insane
How cocaine for whites is just crack for
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
Funny how the silence we find in the morning
Is deafening and I know you want all of your space
Divert your eyes towards my direction
I can tell you
close
Don't let me chase that ghost
If it's just fool's gold
It's just fool's gold
(So put me in your highlights)
Whoa-oh, yeah
(So put me in your
And my heart gently weeps in an iron ribcage
Punctured by metals, replaced by elements
My enemies hunt it like a tusk on the elephant
Extraordinary, hiding
oil on your quivering breasts...
By body count continues, you're just another bitch
When I'm finished I'll dump you in a ditch
Strap your welted body
In my feelings
Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man
Always losing my people man, deceitful, man
Take your boys back to beefing man
Cadillac (Got gold)
Gold in my arm, gold in my
Lap, gold in my sack
Gold in my mother fucking gold Cadillac
(Got gold)
Im tripping off gold
Your tripping
You left me
cll I see is your ghost in my room
It makes me really fucking miss you
Sleepy eyes look into mine on my bed,
Pull me into your chest
like my nigga Common after Erykah (damn)
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her (yeah), head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her
a time we were but a spark in flight
Yet we subside in a wave of loss
The only constant through life
Love
And our reflections collide
Haunted by ghosts in
cold, how you sleep so tight
I don't, I just weep all night
Alone, in my zone, I'm alright
The lowest lows turn to highest highs
Don't sell your soul
I'm haunted by the ghost of us dancing five feet above my bed
So I lay awake
Drunk on a memory, hungover from the misery
The face I'm seeing in
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