[Ghostemane] Ain't nobody ever did shit for me so I won't do a thing for them Motherfucker step back trying to be my fan I can see the bullshit with no contacts in I don't want no friends, I don't need me a Benz Got a Marquis red with the limousine tint Ride around town and they can't see me I'm gettin road head look at me drive slow like an old man Trust nobody i'm the same old kid Workin like them motherfuckers who are makin' little ends Sippin' big lean when the homegirl spins Got my 11 Vans on stepping on your 10's I'm a mean ass kid If I did it for my daddy would have to throw it up to R.I.P One morning he did not wake up from his sleep and now he deceased Buddha he told me that's just how it be I'm handing out like a brand new beatin' so watch that shit if you wanna keep breathing Pitch white skin so I get alotta heat, but I don't pay mind to an anti kreep Anyway you mad cause your bitch chose me a skinny young GHOSTE with them all gold teeth Plain black tall tee always been a Outkast freak and that's still me with my big buck teeth What's the point of living if you livin' like a bitch Won't take a risk if you keep a lit wrist Ain't no wonder why you no longer got your chick If you're livin' with your momma still on that tit Motherfucka I been on my own shit Straight survivin', sufficiently self providin' Sprinkle psychedelic mushrooms on my food so I can levitate and get away from you fools
[DJ Killa C] Aye, runnin' and gunning He be that nigga Killa with the 12 gauge Nigga get slayed every day from the shit that I say Better yet it's from the shit that I spray that leave your whole fuckin' body in a case, but anyway Nigga that wanna run up and talk shit, they get put up on my hit list and get hit quick Barrel up to your mouth like a Bic for no mentioning That nigga that Killa be comin around and killin' with the quickness So uh, you might wanna slow your roll before I lose control and take your soul And no goin back when I be up in the lac wearin' all black now what ya call that? Bitch nigga fall back I'm a schema nigga when I be up on the scene Finna peel a nigga cap with the infared beam All you gotta go and do is go and give Killa the word Shotgun leave his insides sitting on the curb As I tip-toe back to my Cutlass and light up a spliff, in my whip If anybody wanna start a problem best believe that I'll empty the clip Straight off the rim when I spit on a beat I kill the shit Spit so much heat I leave the mic extra crisp No gang fame with the angsty shit Schema boys and we fuckin' ecstacy niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
