[ Featuring
Oaklas Alpha ]
Yeah (Aye)
I don't wanna bitch and shit
But I'm getting played
By the same old bitch
And I'm trying to make a name
In the game n' shit
But the devils trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't the shit
So I'm gonna get some brain
And split
If you gotta say something
Then say it, Shit
The most
I been going coast to coast
Tryna sell out shows
You try to come clutch
You ain't comin' close
I ain't do it for the fame
Cause the fame is gross
Yeah, ain't it though?
Catch me in space
With an alien though
Got hunger pains main
You an alien probe
I ain't do it for the fame
Cause the fame is gross
Yeah ain't it though
Yeah ain't it though
I walk to the shop
To go pick up a pack
Got me a blunt
And I roll up the wrap
Like can be good
If you make it, at that
Birth to the dirt
And it happens so fast
One false move
You can make it your last
So watch where you're stepping
Some carry some brass
Many people in it
Gangs move in mass
If you playin' victim
No Case, no facts
My drip burn
Like trees with wax
This my beat
Physike bring the bass
Bring that ass back
Oaklas picked
And I only got deeds
With bitches with class
Like
Zipped outta the way
Had to pick up the pace
For the bullets that chase
I had to chase a bag
Cause your homie can't skate
Can't hate, sleep walkin
But they say that I'm awake
I'm F*cked
I'm saucin in this bitch
Got a coffin for a bitch
Boutta boss up on this shit
(Ah)
Gotta profit for my shit
Not a prophet or a bitch
I gotta market for my shit
(Ah)
If I had to bust a clip
For my homie
Then we'll split
I just had to say something
Cause 'yall acting like it's dick
And I'm acting like a dick
But I'm up here
Tryna live it 'till I'm
Smoking with the bigs
With the bigs
With the big nugs
Sayin "f*ck off"
To a snitch
Give a pig love
F*ck the chain
No shame
Give that bitch up
Glove fits
Throw a fit
Lil bit uh
Three more 4-Locos
That's ten bucks
Too thrown
Go home
Can't sit up
On our way
Too lost
Cant save us
Yeah (Aye)
I don't wanna bitch and shit
But I'm getting played
By the same old bitch
And I'm trying to make a name
In the game n' shit
But the devils trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't the shit
So I'm gonna get some brain
And split
If you gotta say something
Then say it, Shit
The most
I been going coast to coast
Tryna sell out shows
You try to come clutch
You ain't comin' close
I ain't do it for the fame
Cause the fame is gross
Yeah, ain't it though?
Everybody says what's good
What's happening
Since I was a kid
Lil boy been trappin
Underneath the watter
You niggas just snappin
I seen the bread
Went out there grabbin
Seen God told him
"What the f*ck just happened"
"What I been doing"
Why the f*ck I been rapping?
Why I been out late
In the house trapping
Chasing turtles bitch
I been out macking
Like a mac dawg bitch
I been racking
Big stacks dawg
I been out stackin
Cutting off budgets
Like a profitable fraction
Cutting off budgets
Like a profitable fraction
Wait
Prelude all of that hate
Go out
And see something great
No I got something on my plate
Yeah I got something on my plate
Got a half stash
Playing grab ass
While I miss match
And I pitch back
And I kick back
Till by bitch back
Like
"Please baby no"
Did you miss that?
Or would you rather me
Miss that
At the kickback
When I'm fit she dig that
Or when I'm lit she dig that
All because of
Something about a big bag
All because of
Something about a big bag
All the pussies changing
For the gang
All these pussies change up
For the name
All these rapers
Just ain't been the same
Been out husstling
All these lames
(Yuh)
Yeah (Aye)
I don't wanna bitch and shit
But I'm getting played
By the same old bitch
And I'm trying to make a name
In the game n' shit
But the devils trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't the shit
So I'm gonna get some brain
And split
If you gotta say something
Then say it, Shit
The most
I been going coast to coast
Tryna sell out shows
You try to come clutch
Uou ain't comin' close
I ain't do it for the fame
Cause the fame is gross
Yeah, ain't it though?
