| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| I’m forever spittin, you is never spittin
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| If my man gonna ride I’m gonna set it with him
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| If ya man gonna die, you gettin deaded with him
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| When you hear my verses, it was never written
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| And If you don’t like my shit, don’t never listen
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| But if you tuned in, make room then
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| Guns in every closet, even the one the brooms in
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| Just like them cameras, see that money and zoom in
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| Get it, then I zoom out
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| And they think I’m blowin' smoke out
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| I’m really blowin' fumes out, howl when the moons out
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| It’s the alpha male, is my brain locked up or is it out on bail
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| Am I free yet? |
| Can I see yet?
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| You don’t understand you really ain’t a G yet
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| I’m a gentleman, I’ll leave you tremblin'
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| Rememberin the gremlins, the guns need assemblin'
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Sort of like the ancient Egyptians
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| I could move objects without liftin', so gifted
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| Still keep the spliff and the smithon
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| Never cross me like a Christian
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| There’s no distance far enough to stop my persistence
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| Like for instance, I use my motherfuckin' instincts
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| Me, my gun, my knife, always stay in sync
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| I know shit stinks, but keep ya nose up
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| Me, I hold the block like the belt hold ya clothes up
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| I see his head down, and his toes up
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| They’ll plant him, but he never grows up
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| You don’t wanna stumble now, it’s a jungle now
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| Large ain’t big enough, headed for humongous now
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| And If you head up, they’ll gun you down
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| They don’t give a fuck if ya daughter or ya son around
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Mind stay zoned out, on the plane like I flown out
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| Gun game, who got blown out
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| Drug game, get ya car and ya home out
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| Cause the streets take the motherfuckin' toll out
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| And Let a little bit of soul out, I’m tryna roll out
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| With a lot of cash to hold out
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| Cause I know bout what I know bout, nigga no doubt
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| My whole life I went the dough route
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly
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| Description of my existence, real ghostly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Ghostly , by - Styles P. Song from the album The Green Ghost Project (Clean), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп