Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GHOSTS , by - MbnelRelease date: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |