Skinny mothaf*cka moving weight
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
Don't hold your breath on that
Got got cash in the bag
And we rolling woods fat
Make a rack then invest it right back
New beats, fresh tracks
Almost fresh as my packs
Loud smell who that
That's me on the breeze
I'm the meister of the trees
Got that juice fresh squeezed
No tax, no fees, no seeds
Puffin on that ghost weed
I got what what you need
All eyes on me
What you get is what you see
Young white punk out chasing dreams
Life doesn't feel real to me
How I dream when I never really sleep
And it's always cold when I creep
In the streets with the addicts and the feinds
Nothings ever what it really seems
Like a VHS glitching through the scenes
So I smoke my weed
Sippin green tea
Take a breath enjoy breeze
Yeah that's me
Cold as can be
Young white ghost
Red eyes, black jeans
Bitch
Skinny mothaf*cka moving weight
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
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Scottie Da Ghost - DigitalDreams Lyrics
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Skinny mothaf*cka moving weight
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
Don't hold your breath on that
Got got cash in the bag
And we rolling woods fat
Make a rack then invest it right back
New beats, fresh tracks
Almost fresh as my packs
Loud smell who that
That's me on the breeze
I'm the meister of the trees
Got that juice fresh squeezed
No tax, no fees, no seeds
Puffin on that ghost weed
I got what what you need
All eyes on me
What you get is what you see
Young white punk out chasing dreams
Life doesn't feel real to me
How I dream when I never really sleep
And it's always cold when I creep
In the streets with the addicts and the feinds
Nothings ever what it really seems
Like a VHS glitching through the scenes
So I smoke my weed
Sippin green tea
Take a breath enjoy breeze
Yeah that's me
Cold as can be
Young white ghost
Red eyes, black jeans
Bitch
Skinny mothaf*cka moving weight
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
Don't hold your breath on that
Got got cash in the bag
And we rolling woods fat
Make a rack then invest it right back
New beats, fresh tracks
Almost fresh as my packs
Loud smell who that
That's me on the breeze
I'm the meister of the trees
Got that juice fresh squeezed
No tax, no fees, no seeds
Puffin on that ghost weed
I got what what you need
All eyes on me
What you get is what you see
Young white punk out chasing dreams
Life doesn't feel real to me
How I dream when I never really sleep
And it's always cold when I creep
In the streets with the addicts and the feinds
Nothings ever what it really seems
Like a VHS glitching through the scenes
So I smoke my weed
Sippin green tea
Take a breath enjoy breeze
Yeah that's me
Cold as can be
Young white ghost
Red eyes, black jeans
Bitch
Skinny mothaf*cka moving weight
If you looking you can find me in the shade
And I don't go out most days
In the lab tryna make my fate
I never really had much mane
From the gutter now I'm banging out the drains
Got tired of the same old gang shit
That bang bang slang shit
These lames just faking till they make
Writer: Dylon Kelly
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