GHOST TALE Lyrics

It's a ghost town, ain't nobody around

Ain't nothing but mud on the ground

Just a young nigga thinkin' bout a way out

Life or death, gotta run, pick a route

Lil' bro was chosen but they ain't pick him out

He was on the ground, he rose from the ashes

Slashin' man, no reason, they just wanna pick him now

Put the headphones on, he gon' hear a different sound

Walkin' down the road, he know how it go

Every move pivotal, head on the swivel

See a green dot, it might be a last go

Know a nigga got shot down the street from the store

He hit the Exxon or he hit the Citgo

Some went down and the night too cold

Might get to Arizona or a Blue Faygo

At the ATM, nigga stayin' lay low

He know where he bout to go

He need the backwoods or all the Frontos

High as fuck anyway, fried like some toast

He just there hopin' they don't do the most

Just tryna get in and out just like a ghost

Just seen the other nigga comin' in clutchin' with him

To the counter he just upped it, no discussion

Now we tusslin', we uppin for the gun and

Blood on the hands

Eyes is bloodshot red, he stuck in a trance

What did he witness again?

Can't waste too much time thinkin' there's blood on the bands

Bronem still in the van, I gotta get out here fast as I can

Went in once I'm not leavin' again

Look at my arm and I'm bleedin' again

Look out the window, I'm seein' my friends

I call to my friends, but they not for the ends

I'm stumblin' around, out the door to the store

Bullets in the chest, I'm suddenly on the floor

Your "friends" ran like they done seen a ghost

Guess you can see who's really with you the most

Rob me, shot me, and I'm helpin' you still

All you got was money, hospital bills

Lawyer's spinnin' back the up on the fees

It's crazy to say that you just like me

It's funny I just got this Faygo pop

And before you up and shot, I was just gon' leave

You wanted violence, want your momma to grieve

Got my pops, he can't be lookin' for me

Cuz pray to God, he gon' tweak like he Yeezus

And pray to Jesus for them blood on the leaves

I seen the headphones thinkin' I'ma get him

Probably pawn in to the shop and then I split it with the twinnem

I didn't mean to get it critical, criminal, accidental

Oh well, six bullets from your gun into your temple