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Ghost
107
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ghost è stato pubblicato il 28 dicembre 2025 da Independent come parte dell'album Ghost - Single
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Data di uscita28 dicembre 2025
EtichettaIndependent
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

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(Gloyo made this)
(IJD, you know)
Free the guys
Yo, listen
Yo
I be stuck up in these streets, pussies say they wanna murder me
When I pass away, tell the fake, "Don't cry tears for me"
I've been smoking, reminiscing, overthinking and it's burning me
I don't need a crowd, I got myself and that's a certainty
I had nothing as a younger, belly rumbling with hunger
Wanting bread with the butter, serving crack to these punters
I was out any weather, can't tell me 'bout the hustle
My first OffTheCurbside, we had the dots in the duffle
All my **** fighting cases, man, this shit's so real
Always tell you that I'm cool when you ask me how I feel
Cah these **** don't care and these girls don't too
Can't get lost in the mix, I gotta pick the right route
So I'm watching who's around me, I need money like the Saudis
Got my younger licking cats for four white and a brown piece
Feds on my back, keep tryna build an operation
Parked outside my house, it's like they've got me under observation
I'm going ghost for a minute
I ain't talking no gossip, all I wanna talk is figures
From the side of the South that's full of trappers and blood spillers
From a loser to a winner, need cash flowing like a river
They say life is what you make it, but what's life if I don't make it?
Used to wanna be a baller, hit the T and made a change quick
Time will tell, will I make it out someday? (Gloyo made this)
'Cause I've been turning nothing into something with this cooked flake
I'm going hard till I win, I ain't sinking in the deep end
And everyone's your friend till the time comes that you need them
And when I have my kid, he ain't gotta do what I did
My little bro's good, if he wants it, course I'll buy it
I'm off the lean, zoned out, Cali spliffs, I ain't thinking straight
Free my brothers, banging doors, sat behind them prison gates
I got my bro, right or wrong
Too many scream they're real, but their actions prove them wrong
I see Deevo's little brother and it makes me reminisce
How police done him dirty, took his bro away from him
Rest in peace Prince, block changed ever since
I know he's laughing in the sky with the angels, spread your wings
New day, same old, pack comes and gets sold
Money comes and then it goes, real stay, the fake will fold
I stay chopping up the grass, I can hear the snakes hissing
You're not tryna get some dough, you're just tryna get some women
All this weight on my shoulders, how ironic, I don't bench-press
Got family I don't speak to, he turned rat, he was my best friend
Burn a bridge quick with a lighter, I don't beg friends
Me and TBA locked in from them days outside Empress
I gotta focus on the task, go legit and leave the trap
But I'm stuck up in my ways of serving smack to them cats
Get a pack and flip it fast, I'm on a mission for that bag
My little **** wanna graft, he just wanna earn some cash
I'm paranoid from the pigs, I can barely ever sleep at night
Don't know who to keep around, watching for the evil eye
Can't fool me with your words, I follow actions 'cause people lie
Ratted by your ****, do you know what that feeling's like?
I'm paranoid from the pigs, I can barely ever sleep at night
Don't know who to keep around, watching for the evil eye
Can't fool me with your words, I follow actions 'cause people lie
Ratted by your ****, do you know what that feeling's like?
I'm going ghost for a minute
I ain't talking no gossip, all I wanna talk is figures
From the side of the South that's full of trappers and blood spillers
From a loser to a winner, need cash flowing like a river
(Gloyo made this)
Written by: busy gettinlizzy
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