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deep green - holy ghost lyrics

[verse 1 + looney]
twenty+six now, i didn’t think i’ll see twenty+five
so every day i wake i thank the lord that he gave me life
i’m the only n+gga from the third that be on the roads
my opps ain’t on p+ss, they wear vests cause they ain’t on smoke
living for the amount of time i’ve lived, fam it ain’t a joke
but if it weren’t for prison man i’d probably be a holy ghost
been a mad journey, i feel blessed that i ain’t in a grave
ever since a n+gga came home life ain’t been the same
brum town city which got famous off of drive+by
where boys in year nine are slapping n+ggas like a high+five
ninety+nine point nine percent of artists ain’t with this sh+t
look at k!lla kam, he was hard but he’s still a snitch
b+tches love the gang, i ain’t famous but she’s doing bits
n+ggas be on fourteen grand but rappers if they pebble bricks
everyone’s a driller, where the bodies at like john wick?
freedom is a must for all my donnies riding basic
me, i go hard for my bruddas like the malis
i can’t wait for the day we’ve all got horses on our car keys
when it comes to money fam i chase it like a stampede
i’m getting to the bag so i ain’t sleeping like a bad dream
i’ve got hard raps but i ain’t shotting these to crack fiends
savage sixteens and my hooks bang like ali
remember as a kid they wouldn’t holla us for parties
cause me and my n+ggas stay strapped up like arnie
[hook + deep green]
yeah this track’s labelled ‘holy ghost’
and the beat put a n+gga in a stony morgue
see i remember wearing trainers that had holey soles
now we’re up, smoking on these cookies, selling oreos

[verse 2 + deep green]
two burners in my hands, getting chased by the feds
should i bark ’em in the air or turn and aim into them?
i need my freedom so let me outrun ’em
threw ’em in a bush and got ’em back, they never found nothing
stardawg up in my silvers, i ain’t rolling no haze
come and f+ck with a n+gga, i’ve got stories for days
i’ve seen some other rappers chatting sh+t, stunting on the gram
call them ‘liar liar’ cah that fire’s coming from their pants
just know i really did it if i said it
yeah that pitbull would’ve taken john’s life if he ain’t dead it
stabbed it in the heart, left the owner there to pet it
lucky that the feds showed up cause he was next to get it
tales from the third to the six
asking if it’s facts, tell ’em that it certainly is
it’s magic how a hundred pound can turn to a jib
all my game be in the trap, it’s hard to flirt with a b+tch
it’s okay, f+ck it though, my jewels do it for me
she can dance with my diamonds, have her moving naughty
i’ve had to shoot at n+ggas, i’ve been shot at too
feds asking who it was, look i ain’t got a clue
they’ve never tried to rob me, is that yet to come?
so when we travel out i’m telling flyboy to fetch the gun
yeah i’m number one like i’m next to none
nice with this rap but i still treat this sh+t like extra fun
outsiders looking in, they see games and laughter
cah they see me fly like i’m in the sleigh with santa
but if you ever read the book of deep green
you’ll see pain and anger, that’s my favourite factor

- deep green lyrics

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