Lyrics GHOSTS - Mbnel

GHOSTS

Heavenly Father give me strength to see the snakes
Cuz I’ve been giving back to folks who know they ever do is take
I was feeling up in a place just making sure that we ate
All I want is backwoods and cream but they ate that shit in my face
Take it for granted, Lord that’s something I ain’t understanding
Why does everything I love always turn around, leave me damaged
I can’t stand it, and everytimes I wanna leave this planet
Drug addiction please don’t judge me it’s my way for me to manage
You telling me you love me then come prove it
I’m from a place where showing heart is a weakness you might just lose it
Has your momma ever told you you was useless?
We keep a gun cuz if we don’t we could just die if we don’t use it
And stop saying that I rap, bitch I do music
And you won’t see the real, you cheap you fall off and start losin'
Get the squares by my circle don’t fit in like in a Rubik’s
Been ahead of the D.A.'s, I just let him think that I’m stupid
Livin' life like a ruthless
Apologizin' to my daughter mother
I know you sick cuz all the shit that I’m involving us in
And I ain’t plan to have my daughter, I forever got her
But if somebody ever play, shit comes with repercussions
Hey really bussin', shooting houses ain’t really a score
And I was taught to wait outside 'til he open a door
And you ain’t really getting bread cuz he touchin' lil toes
The fuck I look like ridin' waves, bitch I’m drivin' the boat
We gon' creep up on him and turn him a ghost
Ashes of hella dead opps, this ain’t Za that we smoke
Instagram bitches fun and games cuz he die cuz of joke
Fuck that back and forth, ask the police 'bout the shit that they know
Ghost Glock, color peanut butter, why that bitch jam
Reasons why I’m humble, I wasn’t born onto a rich man
Church days on Sundays was Catholic not a Christian
I had demons talkin' to me I fucked up when I listen
This a true story, ain’t no allegories, ain’t no fiction
Yeah I’m skinny but this Glock will drop somebody who be liftin'
I had dreams of being rich 'til I woke up a quarter million
Reminiscin', kill a oppa whoever fit the description (Aye)
Red leaves fallin' from the trees, look like blood drops
Crucify him if I feel threatened cuz I won’t go for it
If he surviving any shots, we making love gone
But if he don’t call up the priest make him a ghost story