| Tough as nails
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| Fuckin' you up
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| Yeah, it’s gangster in my DNA (Gangster)
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| But I’m a hippie, that gets trippy
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| And if I’m paranoid, I’ll blow you a few feet away
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| The Trinity’s one-third
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| You’re absurd, gun in your mouth like a cuss word
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| Mother made 'em and mother had 'em so fuck her
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| This the pain train and I’m the conductor
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| You wanna harm a man? |
| Well, I’m the instructor
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| Ghost, dawg
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| Not Forrest Whitaker, just the hardest literature
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| Even though I don’t write shit (Get it?)
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| Check it
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| If I gotta put you in check
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| I’ma load up and shoot you out that night shit
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| Or maybe them three stripes 'cause ain’t no three strikes
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| 'Cause the Ghost ain’t the type to really like shit (I don’t like shit), yeah
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| And your man get clapped too 'cause he was standin' on the side tryna hype shit
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| Fuck him
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| When you gettin' that money, you keep that semi tucked (Uh-huh)
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| If you gettin' that money, you let that semi bust
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| Word to Aaron Jones, gangster in my DNA (Uncle A)
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| And I’m a gentlemen, nigga, I’m good either way (True)
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| I’ll help an old lady cross the street today
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| And still keep a K in case a bug nigga need some spray (Brrt)
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| On these rappers, I ain’t takin' it easy
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| Applyin' pressure on these niggas, I’ma make 'em believe me (Real rap)
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| In the kitchen like I’m bakin' some ziti
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| Give you a nice clean platter of some bars, either take me or leave me (Boogie)
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| I promise I ain’t nothin' like these pitiful guys (Nothin')
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| These rappers is nerds, actin' like they criminal minds (Uh-huh)
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| They don’t like to tellin' the truth, all these niggas just lie (Facts)
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| Seemed like the rap game turned to the Wizard of Oz
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| Think about it, niggas walk around, ain’t got no smarts (True)
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| Niggas lookin' all hard but ain’t got no heart (Real shit)
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| Niggas walk around dressin' like a full bitch, man? |
| (Ew)
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| But fuck 'em, I’ma just make sure that I’m a rich man (Cash out)
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| When you gettin' that money, you keep that semi tucked
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| If you gettin' that money, you let that semi bust
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| I’m a gangsta (Ghost), you ain’t one
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| You gon' have red on your face, this ain’t a paint gun
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| Girl standin' next to you, bet she gon' faint, son
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| I ain’t seen a rapper alive I wouldn’t take from (I ain’t)
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| Know I get stoned the minute that fuckin' dank come
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| Only God get higher than me (Only God)
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| If I ain’t make the rules up, they ain’t applyin' to me (Uh-uh)
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| Yeah, I’m buyin' and I’m firin' weed
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| Like my gun, get the message (Get the message)
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| Do not stand there, wanna test it? |
| Get sent to the essence
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| Try to touch the stars and the crescents (Yeah)
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| Tell the angels that the Ghost send his blessings (Blessings)
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| First one to show you that iron shit (See?)
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| And the first one to tell you that I ain’t shit (I ain’t shit)
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| So show-and-tell could have you on some dyin' shit
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| But I’d rather live life on some high-end shit (I'd rather)
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| Act sophisticated, bougie, buyin' shit, yeah
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| We ain’t doin' no actin', this is really us
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| Niggas just be rappin', they ain’t really tough
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| Got money and we still chasin' plenty bucks
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| And if it goes down, my niggas gon' let that semi bust
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| When you gettin' that money, you keep that semi tucked
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| If you gettin' that money, you let that semi bust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Really Us , by - Styles P. Song from the album S.P. The GOAT: Ghost of All Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп