JEFFERSON DRIVE / GHOST Lyrics

Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son

Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son

Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move, son

Awe in my eyes, 'cause I'm blinded by the Son

Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son

Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son

Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move, son

Awe in my eyes, 'cause I'm blinded by the Son

I said duces to the beef like Tyson

It's been a minute, but I'm back, like "Hi, son"

Had to clean up all of the junk like a Dyson

Writing all these wrongs just in case I die, son

I got all these books, I think it's time to take a look

Maybe write a few things down, 'cause you never know

Need to know which way to go, maybe take a look at Job

Talkin' to the 1 of 1, elevatin' over shows, yeah

Look, I had to drop all the addiction

Messin' with the mental state of my condition

Mind state of all the bars without the prison

Say no to the product of bad decisions, yeah

I been flexin' on 'em like I dropped the gym on 'em, woah

Did a little dance, I be shakin' sin off 'em, woah

Yeah, I'm feelin' high, but no Mary Jane on 'em, no

Check out all the drive, ain't no lane switchin' on 'em though

Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son

Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son

Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move, son

Awe in my eyes, 'cause I'm blinded by the Son

Okay, bred from the 6, I'm Jordan with the brand, son

Hail from the L.I., 3-1 after 6, son

Dodge a Tech N9ne like everybody move, son

Awe in my eyes, 'cause I'm blinded by the Son

Ayy!

NXT, yeah

Had to get rid of the sicko mode (Huh?)

Had to get y'all in that holy mode (Okay)

Son of man, son of the chosen one, sin in the rear

I got no time to bite the gun (Doo-doo-doo)

This that new G, double O, D, C, I, T, Y, that's on God

This that new "let me show it to my pastor without no prob!" (Okay)

I got that trap for the sinner (Woah)

Cuttin' up Lucy for dinner (Woah)

I told her "Bye", NXTMEGS, you know that she don't like clingers

Flow too cold, put little Jerry on that jump, no Springer

I had to hold some back, leave you wantin' more: cliffhanger

Look, I been tryna' tell y'all that I really be out here writin' (I been)

I been tryna' tell y'all that I got a God ghostwritin' (I do)

I got my soul up in the trunk, and you know it's bumpin', yeah

I think I might catch that ghost and just start crumpin' (Okay)

(I got the ghost up inside of me)

Yeah, we got a little camaraderie, yeah

Came from the bottom, rose from the dirt

You know there ain't no one toppin' me (Oh no)

I need that grace, when it's stormy, like my mom was Kylie (On God!)

Covered in blood, came out alive, but I'm far from dirty