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styles p - ghost thing lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
what would you die for, n-gga, what you alive for?
you ain’t got ideas, then what are you gettin’ high for?
you ain’t got a nest egg; what are you gettin’ fly for?
red rum when the lead come
shot hit your knot, and they watch when your head spun
sucker n-ggas tell when the feds come
all i know is i get bread; paint a benz plum, dodge peach
spar with the devil, i need a god’s reach
yeah, i lost that one
he touch me, or i bleed, i’mma off that one
i got the dupont, starin’ at the porsche that come
i’m in the yukon; i don’t mean the truck, i mean the mountains
meetin’ with an account
you know i smoke an ounce while i’m countin’
buck-forty navigation routin’
f-ck the police; bricks is in the navigator bouncin’
slide down the i-9, five on the crime side
you ain’t see that big shipment; you on the blindside
you ain’t see that six dippin’; we make time fly
still see them big bags of money in my hindsight
tear your body up; get your mind right
blade on your head, like i’m comin’ to get your line right
now up in the ‘hood, them give me five mics
twenty-one gun salute, nod on my fly nikes
it’s the world renowned stoner
tell ya girl throw the car in the shop, get the loaner
throw bricks in the sh-t, make her whip it to daytona
swag surf the b-tch, yeah i’m throwin’ my waves on her
snapback from atlanta, i’m throwin’ the braves on her
she already mulin’, we throwin’ them k’s on her
i ain’t sh-t, but you soft like toilet paper
you don’t want that home invasion work from the coordinator
and the n-gga to act it out
you just rap about the guns, my n-gga, i back ’em out
ghost

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