Spittin' words that these **** can't rap

Spittin' words that these **** can't rap

Spittin' words that these **** can't ...

Spittin' words that these **** can't rap

I see blood on the leaves in the sap

I got blood on my hands for these raps

What he mean, ****, tell me where he at, yeah

Sippin' lean, ecstasy pills, ****

Eyes red, gettin' ready, pushin' that trigger

Reppin NORTH$IDE, Chance Milly Paris, ****

It's that murder music made my dick get bigger

It's that murder music made a **** clip bigger

**** surprised they out here sayin' wesh

**** outside, they better stay blessed

Santana did the hit, he can rest

Man, I'll find it crazy if these **** find a way to heaven, yeah

In-In fact, I self-reflect and pray to Lord for forgiveness

yeah yeah yeah

Murder the block my mind, I wet that pussy like a sink

I'm off on in a tangeant, I'm off on a guilt trip

(woo-woo)

Rap ****, money trap ****

Let me introduce myself first

This is GHOST SANTANA

Apologies, I fucked a **** bitch off the henny

I'm sorry I don't fight, I'd rather speak with a semi

You look surprised, we finna put a bullet in the head of one of you guys

*ill just play something*

NORTH$IDE the paradigm, survivin' off a check a wrist off diamonds

Say goodbye to a bitch in her mouth i c**

Like, you done slowed us down, my brother

I don't take alcohol, I sip lean, my brother

When you see that ****, you gonn' push that trigger?

My, my, my **** (huh)

My **** on the news,

My **** gettin' loose

You should :

Push that shit, then bling my wrist, don't hesitate

It's him or you, we need the view

That's facts, ****,

That's facts, ****,

That's facts, ****,

That's facts, ****,

That's facts, ****,

That's facts

R.I.P. Santana