Ayo, kill it, K!
SP the ghosts, D block , yeah
Getting to the guap, smoking on a raw though, not running from the Law, no
Running from the Lord, you cross me, you gone get fucked like a porno
Dammit with the switch, that is not my steez
Out the game, but connected with niggas from Medellin
If you dream of killing me when you wake, you better scream
I'm sorry ghosts, I take shrooms like I'm Mario
Luigi, not in the cart, I'm in the Rari though
Maybe the Lambo, the Porsche with the Sicario
With some black gorilla niggas
But even all alone I'm still with the killer nigga
But I ain't trying to kill, I just want the bills and the check
I'm just trying to stretch, you just want to flex
Part Malco, part DM, one third of the ello
And you know I keep it mellow, but the spot marks X
I ain't dead, but I'm doing well, just for context
Ghosts
Yeah, it was me at 16 with a beat machine and a dream
I was put here for a reason, them niggas want to be seen
They ain't cut the way I'm cut, I can tell by the way they front
Yeah, I stay up out the way, but I really ain't missing much
Like to kick it by myself, I ain't one for keeping in touch
Once they realize they can use you, they always be needing something
So I don't want no friends, they just want to ride with me in this Benz
But let's pretend they do love me for now
When does it end? Does it end when I say no
When he asking me for a band
How about when we out in public, I'm greeted by all the fans
Yeah, he chilling on the surface, but wish to be where I am
If you hating, I ain't mad, I just need to know in advance
Trust issues through the roof, niggas liars, what can I do
I'ma go outside and look, if you tell me the sky's blue
Gotta see it for myself, ain't making me to no fool
I don't need no more dogs in this yard, yeah, I'm cool
But I ain't mad at all, it's hate in this water we got, I'm telling y'all,
Sending shots on all of your songs
You know I catch them all, you been fell off
Been waiting five years just to tell them off
Better off by myself, I ain't worried about no help