I will never be a memory, a ghost on a screen. Music business got me disappointed and distained
Feeding other people your ideas that are fake. Your sounds are getting cheap while my strings are by Clain
Walking here for miles, sipping on the bitch's brew. Yeah, the North Dream, not true, who are you
Watching all my brothers die and not to man by the mind
Not a chance, not there, all you little pussies scared
When you get rich, yeah, you shut the f*ck up, yeah. Acting like you did shit when you did nothing
Underrated, underpaid in my own country. I'm a ghost in the six, east coast bias is a bitch
And f*ck your boys in blue, ghosts under pressure. First round, exit, no participatory medals
Keep your bias in your city, I'm with the blue and the green
43, Vancity, now I'm thinking of the right hues
Vancity got flames, but we're hidden from the light. Hidden from the shadows, hidden by Six's sight
East Coast bias and I'm not talking light. To the East Coast, we're all walking sprites
Yeah, talk to him. I don't f*ck with your practice
Focusing on the East so much, you got a low batting average
What the f*ck is Smiley doing? Ghost within his silence
Haven't heard a word from him since Drake hit my balance
Yeah, walk with me, I just want you to talk with me
Just like Shad said, I want you to rock with me
Yeah, take your top off and give top to me
Local hero and you know I got no money
Yeah, still in a state of bloody mourning
Alice hit success while the rabbits get shortcomings
Yeah, we're all mad here, but next time you say that, look in the mirror
Looking at your lineup and I don't seem impressed
Looking at her body while I'm playing with her breasts
Thinking about the problem, thinking what I'll do next
We don't trust you like that
Thinking about the West
Not giving you chances, what else can I expect
Going to the States, but they think like the rest
So I kill the dragon and I'm starting with the chest
But next time I see you bitch, I'm going for the head