Ghost

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost, don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost Pickin' me a winner Picky hair and I was a little bit thinner 3310 with a customised ringer I was tryna holla at Lavinia But she weren't inna 'Cause I was a sinner Thought I was a minger Never had a Bimmer Rollin' through the ends on a stolen aprillia Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver For a free dinner Thought I knew it all, I was just a beginner Never was a singer I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner Wagwan killer Yeah, that's my nigga Talk about race, but it's just way bigger I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter Done with the jibba Cry me a river Say it to my face or say it to my trigger You go figure, or reconsider Indian giver Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla And she can bring a Indian with her I just want a bosom for a pillow And I got a little bit o skrilla We can get a boat and we can get a villa Or we can be on South Beach real nigga liver All killer, no filler (all killer, no filler) I don't wanna brag or boast I don't cater and I don't host When they ask what I do, I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don't pose and I do not post And that's why these girls wanna try play me Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost, don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost They ain't put food on my table I rock the cradle Big dirty stinkin' logo, I rock the label I've been doin' this since cable I was on the graveyard shift in the studio Only popped out for a salt beef bagel I was on the roads when it was unstable I'm not an angel Beef had more than a plate full But I ain't hateful Born in the 80s Year of the able Come back 18 Could've been a facial Would've been painful Raised in the 90s It was still racial Bloody disgraceful Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful? Talk about grime like I ain't a staple I was on the mic when you was in play-school Stabbed six times, yo, it could have been fateful Would have been six foot deep, on my bredrin's T-shirt, lookin' distasteful Would have been wasteful Never would have seen the Caribbean in April Shackin' up with Rachel Givin' her a face-full Never would have been seven figures deep, walkin' down the street With a gorgeous freak in a chief screamin': Come out the way fool (come out the way fool, come out the way fool) I don't wanna brag or boast I don't cater and I don't host When they ask what I do, I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don't pose and I do not post And that's why these girls wanna try play me Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost, don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost (Ghost, ghost)