Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff Bank stopping, your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to top dollars Hold me down, me my cake, dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny I'm like cake or like ten thousand dollar rabbits The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm Paris Cash the bill, frozen in gold Signs from the high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge? The Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners tonsils Two Gallants, if we got to Busting at niggas daily Wall to wall, Sucking teeth cause God chain-talking Like Ghostface this, that Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap Veloured down like the sheik of Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick You know what? A-yo, this A-yo, how can I the crowd? First of all, no mistakes allowed the instructions, put it together It's simple it? Well, quite clever
Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of You for somethin, ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so We want y'all both to We really you so
A-yo, I'm Gucci Wally boot, hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations a note like Willie Hutch You might've into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% geese Come on, we juggle Three Card Molly, advance to the final these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Came through in a booger green '68 Mad paper, high as a Truck, two got stuck that night I ain't no names, they know who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds til we and decease Quick, all my seeds dipped in the crowd The ho spotted me, he knew not to my name out He off softly, we exactly like Christ and the disciples Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle We had the shit shook Your rappers dropping they drinks On the low tucking links We made off the books
One of the since Magic Johnson, no disrespect With metaphors that keep me out the Rap connects'll keep me A-yo, I wrote this on roof his funeral, on one knee Thinking his killer's me So to my nigga Donnie, up Can you please tell God that we fucked up You got beer, weed, guns, All these obstacles, it's to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winning, say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink If you bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you I can't you in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Ghost