Ghost, blue, fear
Ghost, blue, fear
Ghost, blue, gear
Smile from ear to ear
Ghost, blue, fear
Shed no more tears
Ghost, blue, leer
Dry eyes sights clear
Got her blood in my mouth
I can't get up off the ground
I was flyin through these clouds
I was hiding never found
Tell theses demons shut the f*ck up cuz they bein too loud
Bitch do not, make a sound
I say a lot, come around
It's quiet when I smoke
OB in stick and poke with my hands around her throat
That pussy good lil bitch my rose
I'll keep f*ckin to you cum n that's on what I wrote
We'll be f*ckin in the mornin I be I her mad dope
I be smokin mad dope, yu went folded I went grown
I can't trust myself my paranoia pillaging my dome
Vivid memories of enemies that I had once known
Vampire in my castle I be sittin no throne
You get the bread homie I get the dinner
Neck is so cold it just like it's the winter
I get the paper just call me a printer
You second place homie I am the winner
I make em run brudda nunna them sprinters
Wrist is so shiny it glimmers like glitter
We make em scared cause we killas you feel it
I'll spin ya jaw so you can't pick ya chin up
You know nobody be f*ckin with Rittah
My shit is hot I bring it to a simmer
I ain't J Cole but I was born a sinner
My chances slim homie your chances thinner
I am a veteran you're a beginner
Packin a cone I ain't sippin no liquor
My bars are hard you just rappin some filler
That shit right there is where me and you differ
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
A thin f*ck I grew my tolerance
These substances Im swallowin
My bones is feelin hollow n shit, since quarter past six
Had quarter now a stick inhale the flame
Post the lighter sound flick lil bitch
Repeat my shit
Grew my tolerance
To your talk I'm intolerant
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Ghost, blue, fear
Ghost, blue, fear
Ghost, blue, gear
Smile from ear to ear
Ghost, blue, fear
Shed no more tears
Ghost, blue, leer
Dry eyes sights clear
Got her blood in my mouth
I can't get up off the ground
I was flyin through these clouds
I was hiding never found
Tell theses demons shut the f*ck up cuz they bein too loud
Bitch do not, make a sound
I say a lot, come around
It's quiet when I smoke
OB in stick and poke with my hands around her throat
That pussy good lil bitch my rose
I'll keep f*ckin to you cum n that's on what I wrote
We'll be f*ckin in the mornin I be I her mad dope
I be smokin mad dope, yu went folded I went grown
I can't trust myself my paranoia pillaging my dome
Vivid memories of enemies that I had once known
Vampire in my castle I be sittin no throne
You get the bread homie I get the dinner
Neck is so cold it just like it's the winter
I get the paper just call me a printer
You second place homie I am the winner
I make em run brudda nunna them sprinters
Wrist is so shiny it glimmers like glitter
We make em scared cause we killas you feel it
I'll spin ya jaw so you can't pick ya chin up
You know nobody be f*ckin with Rittah
My shit is hot I bring it to a simmer
I ain't J Cole but I was born a sinner
My chances slim homie your chances thinner
I am a veteran you're a beginner
Packin a cone I ain't sippin no liquor
My bars are hard you just rappin some filler
That shit right there is where me and you differ
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
A thin f*ck I grew my tolerance
These substances Im swallowin
My bones is feelin hollow n shit, since quarter past six
Had quarter now a stick inhale the flame
Post the lighter sound flick lil bitch
Repeat my shit
Grew my tolerance
To your talk I'm intolerant
Ghost, blue, fear
Ghost, blue, gear
Smile from ear to ear
Ghost, blue, fear
Shed no more tears
Ghost, blue, leer
Dry eyes sights clear
Got her blood in my mouth
I can't get up off the ground
I was flyin through these clouds
I was hiding never found
Tell theses demons shut the f*ck up cuz they bein too loud
Bitch do not, make a sound
I say a lot, come around
It's quiet when I smoke
OB in stick and poke with my hands around her throat
That pussy good lil bitch my rose
I'll keep f*ckin to you cum n that's on what I wrote
We'll be f*ckin in the mornin I be I her mad dope
I be smokin mad dope, yu went folded I went grown
I can't trust myself my paranoia pillaging my dome
Vivid memories of enemies that I had once known
Vampire in my castle I be sittin no throne
You get the bread homie I get the dinner
Neck is so cold it just like it's the winter
I get the paper just call me a printer
You second place homie I am the winner
I make em run brudda nunna them sprinters
Wrist is so shiny it glimmers like glitter
We make em scared cause we killas you feel it
I'll spin ya jaw so you can't pick ya chin up
You know nobody be f*ckin with Rittah
My shit is hot I bring it to a simmer
I ain't J Cole but I was born a sinner
My chances slim homie your chances thinner
I am a veteran you're a beginner
Packin a cone I ain't sippin no liquor
My bars are hard you just rappin some filler
That shit right there is where me and you differ
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
Pot from the pop top we popped off in the bathroom
Strictly incision bars stabbing like a harpoon
Eyes start to dilute can't f*ck with what I do
We lurking in the shadows man ya better check behind yu
A thin f*ck I grew my tolerance
These substances Im swallowin
My bones is feelin hollow n shit, since quarter past six
Had quarter now a stick inhale the flame
Post the lighter sound flick lil bitch
Repeat my shit
Grew my tolerance
To your talk I'm intolerant
Writer: Jack Buchanan, Luke Buchanan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid