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[intro:]
yeah
ghost
now whaddup?
i’m on my balkin joint flow you know
[dub: music by harryfraud]

[verse 1:]
if you ballin then p-ss the ball off
i promise to god that even the angel falls off
i might be in tune with the sun and the moon
but i ain’t slipping on some sh-t like ain’t a gun in the room
probably burning some frankincense
gritty version of frankenstein
rockers didn’t make me
the streets did
i made the grind
i’m probably reciting jada lines
newish lines, jet star blade in ma gooseline
sitting on the balcony
lounging at the ritz
guerilla n-gga
i can hear the sounds in the mist
tell em consigliere leave the burner wid consierge
take from under the stairs cause n-ggas taking the [?]
i even know blanco the one who sent frank
and the cussing columbians just looking to buy a bank
me i’m just chillin just looking to buy a bank
constrainin the stank that’s leaving my mind blank
live through the worst
prayers through the best
drinks in the system
smoke in the air for the stress

[chorus 1:]
live through the worst
prayers through the best
drinks in the system
smoke in the air for the stress

[chorus 2:][x2]
prayers for the homies in the box to the day of death
salute to the hungry, we going eat we just gotta rep

[verse 2:]
hungry
reppin for real n-ggas that never eat
living in h-ll’s kitchen praying to get to heaven’s gate
they say death is part of the four hors-m-n
with famine, conquest and war in small coffins
i ain’t even [?] but yea bread needs endors-m-nts
i know i swear to god i’d k!ll a n-gga through [?]
you other n-ggas praying that it works out
that’s real crazy cause a jail cell is the worse h-ll
back on delivery
mar bars sharpen up the cars
sharpen up industry
running from yonkers where n-ggas think its the middle east
how you going k!ll that n-gga you went to little league
og’s is diggin it
yeah, and the young boys too
they say f-ck that the flip is what the gun boys do
i know that cause i’ve been one
put a n-gga out when you ain’t like doing the income
pray when the end come

[chorus 1] [x2]

[chorus 2][x2][till fade]

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