Letras
Yuh, aye
This shit too easy, they tryna be me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they never believe
Fake people creepin' on me and they hate when I win
But I still get my bag, what I want, what I please
Pull up with the 175, Ghosty got choppa in front of your eyes
We are the beast, now get down on your knees
You're not a G, bitch I got the key, yuh
She likes the way I'm ballin', got 23 all on my back
Bring the fuckin' competition, man who's next?
Beat they fuckin' ass up, Ric Flair, suplex
I been gettin' money, spending money, like I'm Tony
Motherfuckers act so nice in front of me, yuh
They just different when they behind me
When I'm off the scene, they my enemies
Drama this, drama that
Will you ever shut your mouth?
Man, I'm sick of hearing all of you complaining, bitch I'm out
I'm not finish, I'm not done, you better run
'Cause we're the reapers in your nightmares
Take your soul and burn in hell, bitch
Pull up on your block, fuckbois no piece
Fuck diss, fuck you, fuck all of your crew too
Step into my mind, got your body turn to blue
Got Limbx on my side, make a bloody pool
If I have to put you six feet deep, you know I will
I grew up learning it's either kill or be killed
Do or die, always ride, hold your side then make it right
Aye Limbx, it's time to fly like Garuda in the sky
Fuck her mouth, squeeze her neck
They are snakes, but I'm the plague
Fuck that bitch, been hell and back
Sumatera Ghost back from the dead
Don't mind me, it's time to go
Got messages from Limbx
Eenie, money, money, mo'
Ghosty shot this bitch like Rambo
Okra cooking up some heat
He knew I like when it lit
Ghost crew on my side, bitch
Anatema make you do moshpit
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Manifest all the dream I had
Lotta people stabbed me in the back
Tryna swag so bad, tryna make diss tracks