Ghosts (feat. Chaim Glines) Video (MV)

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My bedrooms like a vibe
I got the lights up
Every color that
You can describe
I grab the controller
I circle the squares
Triangle their face
They all a disgrace
I exit the place
While I burn a picture of my ex
Relieving my stress
By seeing her less
Balling on a budget
With the Sean John and the Guess
My nigga I'm getting the best

You know what the problem is
People gon hate on this
Till I go hard on the flow
Like 'm supersane nigga
Whatchu gonna say
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All these niggas wanna play
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Till I let the gauge spray
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All these beats that I slay
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Now hear what Chaim has to say
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Stirring and turning as I'm cooking The pot
Lyrics get burning you know it is hot
Lyrical virgin you know I am not
As I am learning I'm owning the top

I'm a motherf****** beast
White boi on the beat
Digging in like it's a feast
Y'all know you can't f*ck with me

I thinks it funny how people want to Mock me
But when I step up they just stop
Talking
Call me lame cause no b****** want Me
Step up b**** or you better keep walking
I'm not afraid to kill who I need
I'm not afraid to kill on a beat
I'm not afraid to bring some Motherf***** to his knees
To the point where he's asking me to let him breathe.
I'm Da vinci B****
With artistical skill
Always busy with
My lyrical spill
Hate on me cause I spit what's real
It's literally what I just feel
A painted picture of a movie reel
A painful pincher but I'm moving Still
A perfect pleasure of a booby feel
A perfect pleasure of a pussy feel
Youre in losing vell
If you can't tell
Your bloointell
Like who can tell
If you go fail
Like yugofale
The truth go yell
If you in hell
Then you go fail
Your in losing vell
Cuz your bloointell
But who can tell
That your lame
Not chur game
Not chur fame
I'm sure Chaim

My ex she a freak
But she was on me like a cycle

She Leaving me and coming
Back turned me into a psycho

I'll rap like trippie Redd
But I ain't even from Ohio

I got so many haters
They would think I'm suicidal

All of you niggas is lame
Dissing on me for my dreads

I just want all of the fame
But you all say it's in my head

And you know this ain't no game
I can hurt you with no lead

Nah I don't need no gun
But don't quote me on what I said
Aye

You know it Burtis on the flow
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I'm just gon release a track
When it's ready to go
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Imma put somebody on my label
Thats fasho
I got people signed to my label
Down in Mexico (Mexico)
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I'm wearing Nike around my neck
Imma sponsor all these niggas
I ain't even get a check
All you niggas getting mad
Cause I wore it for a sec
Well We'll see how mad you get
When I hit you with that tech
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You see I'm getting
All This dough
I can't worry bout no hoe
Cause I got my one an only
She'll be backstage at my show

Spitting flame
Like it's 4:44
Shoutout Dre and Jay-Z
My inspiration these niggas did it
Before me
A real G
I'll be rolling With the OGs
Trolling hoes Please

We got white dollars
Cause we big ballers
That's check
And we rollin in debt
Don't be upset
When you putting money
On it that's bet
Leaving you stressed

Youu be hating on my crew
So we winding shots at you
And we didn't need no bullets
All my niggas rapping too