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(m+m+mario)

(super!)

the ghost is deeper than most is
leave out the house, grab the toaster
stuck in sofa
pop in the clip
hop in the whip
tryna get the last drop for a drip
hoodie tied, any hoodie ride
fall back, get good and high
where the phone at? next to the cognac
bring your chrome at
wherever you bone at
it’s on black
but you should’ve known that
i hit a dutch
hit another one then rip a clutch
i get your block bl!ckied up
b+tch n+gga what?
it feel good to hear the real hood
i cooked then and i still could
cause my 9 mil is real good
i’m coming for you then i’m gunning for you
i don’t get blunted with you
get hunters with you (uh+uh)
b+tch n+gga i’ma k!ll you if i want it with you
you can join on the list and get your number issued
(mario)

you know
my main problem in life
is being too humble
i stay focused n+gga
i’m on top of my game

catch me where the haze is
sticky like gum is
the guns is louder than thunder
you can get rained on depending what cloud that you under
ain’t nothing fouler than hunger
i wonder, about a lot of sh+t
you ever shot a clip or got a brick?
me, i did a lot of sh+t
but no scholarship
give a crackhead the keys
let him polish it
street life, don’t abolish it
they breaking rules now
making ratting seem cool now
you should bat the f+ckin’ fool down
learnt the game from an old timer
big money make the hoes finer
why you think he so charmin’
i can dig it like a gold miner
i ain’t lame and i can’t forget the game wear alzheimer’s
this is sp the ghost
puffing on a bone
when i zone it affects me the most
and i’m passionate about what i do
streets affects me, in a very major way
close to the concrete
i believe what i say n+gga

pocket full of dp’s
honey from dc
cayenne with the tv
living is easy
back in 6th grade
who would believe me (who would believe)
switchblade crazy when my clothes looking greasy
now i’m the boss of the bosses
if you think you married to the streets
i could make you divorce it
always hear me speak on the porsches
i think it’s the horses, and how it zig+zag on the courses
big bags of money try grabbing the fortune
the will get real, gotta spend it with caution
i ain’t really into the flossin’
i’ma stay dark, follow you home
get into your portion
the guns on fire like stovetops
i think you on the road to perdition
and here’s where the road stop
i ain’t tryna fall
i just want it all
won’t you let me get the ball
i’ma show you the globe trot
woah
everybody need to + (mario)
this time is mines
and if i fail this time
i’ll be up to bat again, and again, and again, and again
sometimes you gotta accept where you coming from
but matter fact, f+ck that
i’m kickin’ down the door
i’m on yo ass n+ggas
watch me, sp the ghost

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