Ghost Lyrics

"Mirski how you get so many flows?", "where's the cheat code?"

Aaron Rogers give my city hope like Chico

Bully on the beat, beat it up call me Deebo

"Why you come so hard?", 'cause I show out for the freak hoes

My life is a movie, press play Tarantino

Joey cut it down, thirty minutes quarter kilo

Look how we all put it down and work hard for these Cenos

Hopped on a flight to catch a vibe, I'd rather be ghost

Let me clear my throat

Which one of you is next? bitch I'm coming for the smoke

I know that I'm blessed, know the difference from being woke

Round, round we can go

Break it down, aye

I'd rather slide in a ghost

Why would I go hang out with them clowns? that's a joke

Dominate the paint, like a artist in the post

No cap in my rap it's only truths that I done wrote

I'm starting to heat up, please don't take me out coach

Never have my feet up, I'm still working towards my goals

I don't care if it takes a thousand other shows

We done scraped up every pot and turned it into gold

Used to be a snotty boy, I'll still wipe his nose

Take it like I'm Rose, pass it like I'm Zo

I was in the sky, I said, "bro look down below"

Seven hours later, I was right back in the cold

Let me tell you 'bout a girl looking with a glow

Straight hair, nice lips, she was kind of bold

Said she wants to take me to a place to get some dope

Said there was a Freetown, It's just up the road

Baby girl let's go, lead the way just let me know

We can take it slow, kick it, no one has to know

Buy a ticket, go, somewhere else besides the snow

Keep it on the low, run away and go ghost

Oh that boy he be snappin'

Oh that boy he be rappin'

Oh that boy he be snappin'

(Go, go, go)

Everybody jump, jump

Move with the sound

Watch out coming through, Mirski's stepping through your town

Everybody jump, jump

Move with the sound

Watch out coming through, Mirski's coming for the crown

Everybody come close, gather around

We in control, they all moving with the sound

Working on myself, man they rather sit and lounge

Barking up the wrong tree, my dog just left the pound

He just got new piece it hold 'bout fifty rounds

Give me thirty minutes baby, I can put it down

Tell her that we grown, baby come fuck with me now

Pretty face, cute smile, I fuck with her style

No one has to know your secret, it's safe with me now

Moving on the low, got 'em questioning me like, "how?"

They liking the sound, they hear that I'm popping now

Chopper singing loud, there's bodies that's dropping now

He was talking from the side, put one in the ground

I remember quite rides, Whoadie and them burning out

Didn't pay no mind, we still comeback from thirty down

Back against the wall, we still come and shut it down, aye