TheCurseOfTheGhost

Better l-l-l-listen, You sound l-l-like bitches No I don't br-bring no business, I just s-say what I'm thinking While you straight flip for some Digits Bitch I stay right here up in it I'm at a sector you can't reach, 'less you been bor-born up in it We-we be on the natives, talk they can't understand us The dialect run much deeper than geography planet Do not think that they get it, matter of fact I'm for certain Show no respect for the planet, they look confused when it hurts you Know I keep that 42 on me like my name's Jackie Robinson Know I keep my composure real calm, but deep inside it's apocalypse Anytime, any day, you just gotta let me know Any shade on the sun dial, SESH ready to go Anytime, any day, you just gotta let me know Any shade on the sun dial, SESH ready to go I'ma shut your eyes, I-I'ma send you off right I'ma shut your eyes, I-I'ma send you off right Looking in the mirror, and I can't see a thing And the curse of the ghost, I carry it 'til I lay Throw some trash in my grave just to prove it's the same Twisting in space, do you choose to complain 'Bout the littlest minuscule shit, You stuck on that middle school shit Yappin' like a bitch until one day know you gotta get hit It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all It's like this, this, it's like that y'all Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck