ghost sick

most these rappers can eat a dick

or eat a clip

yo ghost

you too old for this bullshit

but fuck it we need me to think

lyrics is not obsolete

fuck about a chopper one shot

you in the doctor b

or the morgue dawg

fucking with a warlord

ask the lord for war with a bible and a sawed off

but i don't know what chapter out the good book

would make me black out

and watch me get all my goods

switch to rich now

you don't even remember how the hood look

that's cool with me

fuck about your jewelry

car or your house nigga

far as i'm concerned you in the house nigga

i ain't seen you outside yet

you was in mine i woulda kicked you out my set

you don't know the old ghost shit i get real loose

but i calmed down i'm getting money sell real juice

you lucked up i used to fuck shit up

and get fucked up but now i lounge

the outbound selling loud they thinking i got pounds

any rapper wanna die fuck it how bout now?

time on my hands could turn the line on my hands

you yelling gang but wouldn't bang a nine in your hands

not even a deuce deuce i'm hard like bruce lee

you funny like bruce bruce

nigga

you don't know the old ghost shit i get real loose

but - but - but -but - but - but i calmed down

getting money sell real juice