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Promise I'm no ghost in you
Yo
There's just a couple things I'm going through (four, four, see)
Gang business is full of no what it is
But
Prioritize myself
'Cause I could lose it all
And fall down in deep hole
I gotta watch my mental health
I miss me boy Ferrell
Waiting on a trial (I'm no child at all)
Missed noodles too haven't seen him in a while (take it personal)
Lately life's hard
And I don't know how to smile
So I've ban dish Katie
Till I had no tyre
Strapped with a pump gone mad off the wire (don't stress out we call)
What you know about sleeping with a gloch in your dryer
Used to be loud
Now I've gone quiet
But I'll still come and bang at you and me giant
What you know about putting duct tape on a strap
The hammer fell off but it's still fucking slaps (there's a couple things)
Burning clothes getting petrol baths
Out on me cross over a Bear Grylls axe (promise I'm no ghost in you)
In and out of traffic back we all flew gaps
I do this daily always making bags (there's just a couple things I'm going through)
P-Ninety Ruger, I'm doing our blags
Two nine's buried, we've got four mags
Bally's up to death, gloved up in me rap
Climbs through his window, robbed, throwing a tag
What you know about doing donuts in a jag?
You should stay in your lane and stop acting all mad
Tea towel round me head with a big chrome strap
Got a certain few issues that I can't get past
Now I don't feel a thing when I think about the past
I had the world on me shoulders, you didn't even ask (I don't care at all)
To put me pain into beats, I done slips in me mask
And when shit hit the fan, me mate lent me a whack ('cause I could lose it all)
True life shit, bro, I don't need to cap (and fall down in deep hole)
I've been jailed two times for selling that swag (I gotta watch my mental health)
Based in teeners, got bitch in me bag (I'm no child at all)
And you won't last long if you're running round mass
Some nights I have to get me head down with me strap
And I hope this year I fuckin' blow dead fast (promise I'm no)
Got busy with O and I never look back
Front line shit selling rocks from the trap (there's just a couple things I'm going through)
Had done my front window and bailed out the flat
Had to give it ten toes though fuck all that (promise I'm no ghost)
I've gotta stay alert I ain't trying to get bagged
Never stick around can't be arsed getting ragged (there's just a couple things I'm going through)
Two bottoms and a akka in next door shed
I was strapped with a G, gloved up, damn he kept
Just know I got no time for a rat or a liar
We fired this drone so I lit it on fire
Stood over the road with a spliff by Myers
Should've seen the flood like the Liverpool riots
Cold in the draft got the fire on a highest
Not this kid we went to work with the pliers
Burning with ciggies, tell us where the pyres
Yo
(Promise I'm no ghost)
This wap's called Sala, you know that it scores goals (I'm no child at all)
Clips of banana on ortho, it bangs loads (take it personal)
Stop check scotty, ram through damn cones
Place where I sleep but I can't even call her (promise I'm no ghost)
I know a few people waiting, rates off enclose
Free all the lads and shout out denture
What you know about rolling with a slap and a rental
Soap a party and it's got me being gentle (promise I'm no ghost)
The swim pipe roar on the bar says rent full
Your favourite cap, I never gave me a mention (promise I'm no ghost)
Bad from school, always stuck on detention
I never fitted in, I ran away from attention
I never fitted in, I ran away from attention
Yo, back
Four, four, see, just fuckin' know what it is
Get back season, back (promise I'm no ghost in you)
(There's just a couple things I'm going through)
Writer(s): Cian Doyle, 4 4c 4 4c
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