Letra

Yo 'Ghost' where's the knife Syner just shared the light Say it's on sight oh shit Guess he's scared to fight 'Meliodis' gave me his sword to release at night All talk foos don't stay to get the pieces right I had enough with the women though Call me lonely I don't need to be in a hoe Say the wrong words wrong lines with a limit flow Busted up rhymes passed down there's no brim of hope Spill my heart these thoughts that strain Got strung out from your claws damn strange I push away these thots handmade Not for the club still brought champagne I'm Searching for someone to hold for myself But I can't seem to get no control how you felt Fight the odds Pass the doubt Rise above what you see Don't give in to the hate Not a front It's just me Caught you bobbing your head to my flow that's uncut Neva seen someone packin this heat like Guns tucked True to yourself don't dispose of your soul To the drugs and the cash I suppose you been told Used to break it down for you niggas but I'm done with that Sumer been balling 2nd grade with a mic on him Used to dumb it down lay it out while he's playing wit em Cheating on his girl and the work still be riding that If Sumer break it down then he's coming out of pocket Rappin for a minute I been did it for no profit Call my ass a gift I'm a genie with no carpet Built it out of nothing this is substance with no margin I swear I thought I heard someday say they want the smoke Handed out a starter pack he threw up when he choke This is diamonds out of pressure I'm the standard niggas fold Yall be Losing and contempt saying that's the way it goes Too many flows they be easy going Rappin is a muscle I'm on anabar and keep it going Try to keep me in a case well then let's keep it closed If money was an issue then I guess you see my greed exposed
Writer(s): Richard Villalpondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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