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prophet - ghost hunting lyrics

[hook]
i really mean it, i don’t f-ck with anybody
every city, every minute someone’s gettin’ bodied
catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin’ shottie
i’m that guido, facing charges like i’m john gotti
i’m coming through your window if you owe something
i saw your homie lurkin’ like he know something
i can’t hold a b-tch down, all these hoes frontin’
i can’t afford rolls royce so i’m just ghost hunting

[verse 1]
i don’t gang bang, neither do these fake goons
i’m tryna get up on the tv like a cartoon
take off those colors, you don’t rep it, you ain’t really bout it
you say you’re strappin’, say you’re clappin’, b-tch i really doubt it
i just beat your homie, and i went home with triple digits
you’re working 9-5, i just got hundreds in a minute
grinding for that cream, your stacks are shorter than a midget
peep my tape, then check my record, try to tell me i ain’t winnin
blowing indo, lookin’ out the window, i see surveillance vans
they heard my homies moving work, just tryna make a couple bands
it gets dark in camden and it turns into afghanistan
i’ll tell you when i blow up, it will rain, b-tch i’m the weatherman
i’m smoking so much loud, i can’t remember sh-t
if you’re runnin with my squad you need a membership
i got no filter, i don’t pack my tracks with censorship
you see a white face dressed in black, i’m on my slender sh-t
don’t hate my life b-tch, you don’t know what i been through
feds gave me charges and the devil gave me sins too
i keep some goons with me, promise they don’t f-ck with you
these thugs will put a red dot on your head like a hindu

[hook]
i really mean it, i don’t f-ck with anybody
every city, every minute someone’s gettin’ bodied
catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin’ shottie
i’m that guido, facing charges like i’m john gotti
i’m coming through your window if you owe something
i saw your homie lurkin’ like he know something
i can’t hold a b-tch down; all these hoes frontin’
i can’t afford rolls royce so i’m just ghost hunting

[verse 2]
i don’t pretend to be a thug, i swear i’m not an actor
ya b-tch just said she got a man, hoe that’s not a factor
before i roll up, all my leaves are soaked in purple
n-body’s gonna hit my blunt unless they’re in my circle
right now it’s like n-body’s ever heard of me
all these p-ss-es talking sh-t, it isn’t hurting me
these haters are the same people that deserted me
if you ain’t talkin’ bout the bread, don’t say a word to me
i met the plug on broad, he said he saw the feds were stalking
they stated lurking but they can’t do sh-t, cause we’re just walking
they pulled up and my homie threw a right hook at the pig’s face
i darted to my whip and got myself in a police chase
i’ll never snitch, not even on my enemies
feds ask me about it, so i tell them that i couldn’t see
ya b-tch is on me, moving up and down that’s vertically
i’m the only one who his puts dreams over currency
it’s a joke how people think they’re hard because they’re broke
i keep my music like my weed because loud is all i smoke
just cause you’re from a ghetto doesn’t mean that you’re savage
i’ve been grindin’ for a better future, right now my life is hard to manage

[hook]
i really mean it, i don’t f-ck with anybody
every city, every minute someone’s gettin’ bodied
catch me out in traffic with a goon sittin’ shottie
i’m that guido, facing charges like i’m john gotti
i’m coming through your window if you owe something
i saw your homie lurkin’ like he know something
i can’t hold a b-tch down; all these hoes frontin’
i can’t afford rolls royce so i’m just ghost hunting

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