Ghost Ridin' Lyrics

Double F like Fendi

I'm like fuck fakes, I ain't friendly

Front forever, won't offend me

Niggas there from the start wanna end me

I got a game plan

Leave their heads spinnin' like a break dance

Lookin' at you funny, tryna shake hands

Old hoes turnin' into great fans

I'm the same man they used to diss though

Now they call my middle and initial

I just need a little bit of tempo

Closed doors only means open windows

Flip it ten fold, and repeat

I can't bend, break, or get beat

Can't be salty when ain't shit sweet

Face all sour, lookin' so bitter

Niggas been cowards, acting like critters (rats)

I'm a masterpiece, just tryna give the mass a piece

Of how I tried to master peace

All the dreams and the goals that I have to reach

All the gems for my people that I'm glad to teach

Need a queen by my side, with an ass elite

Who just wanna work it out like an athlete

I'm the one to worry bout on any track or beat

And that's facts from me

Like fuck an opinion

They just add fuel to my drive, they can't fuck up my engine

Always good intentions, even through tension

Yea she gon' beg for attention

From niggas that don't wanna fight for retention

And won't even give her a mention

Don't want her back here when they love my inventions, face it

Don't look for problems, but I ain't hidin'

If I don't vent, then we ain't vibin'

I'm out the way, phone on silent

I miss my ghetto angels, got me ghost ridin'

I say "Look I got 'em, ain't no more cryin'"

They won't form against me, but they sho' tryin'

Let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in

Just let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in (time in)

On the ropes, now they testin' the wisdom

Fam say I look like my pops, and I miss him

Streets see a threat, get a vouch or be victim

Damn, I wish my niece was exempt from the system (aye)

They gon' say what you wanna hear

Always listen to your intuition

I was destined for a different vision before Chauncey Billups went and led the Pistons

Plus, I went to the school of Magic

I can't say that life was truly tragic

Mama bought me all the games I wanted

All my haters just assumed I had it so easy

Til like 11 or 13, then the image stopped working

Friends took alternative routes

I began to toy with the word schemes

Got instrumentals from KeeWee

In between Nintendo writing innuendos

Only see the lighting creeping in the window

Found a passion in the symphony and cymbals

And no, I can't deny that

To the rhythm of the hi hat, lemme bring it right back

Always askin' where ya slice at?

Gamble with no dice for the price

Can never get ya life back

I stay on the right track

Tell me where ya mind's at?

That's business and pleasure, can't vent to no extra

I've been under pressure

I hope you decipher the message I give every measure

Just wanna be better than best

Knew I was meant for the money cause I wrote two lines after S

And then it was even and blessed

Family, no need to be stressed

Cause they know that Steven up next

Don't look for problems, but I ain't hidin'

If I don't vent, then we ain't vibin'

I'm out the way, phone on silent

I miss my ghetto angels, got me ghost ridin'

I say "Look I got 'em, ain't no more cryin'"

They won't form against me, but they sho' tryin'

Let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in

Just let 'em talk, cause they ain't puttin' no time in (time in)