Spend a day with the Ghost baby
Get the understandin'
I'm like a shadow
I'm the ghost of this sh** for all the spirits I possess
All the voices I be hearin', sh** I'm feelin' in my chest
I could ghost through your walls and flow through your soul
When it comes to the streets dog I give this sh** my all and
If I'm not grabbin' y'all, if you into signs then
I'm a Sagittarius, the magician is my tarot card
David is my first name but love it if you break it down
I'm a real n***a, I'm a hug you if you breakin' down
Styles is my last name meaning the expression of art
I guess why I'm just blessed with the heart
And they call me Holiday, I'm a let the blanks fill in
I call myself that cause I was born on Thanksgiving
11-28-74
Snatch you, will I break bread with n***as that was ghetto or poor
P. short for Peniro, that's a mixture of Robert and Al
But I ain't actin' with a llama, I'm wild
Here's why they call me the ghost
I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast
I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid
That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers
Hey yo, I can see my son in my face
Am I foul cause I pray when I'm high or with a gun on my waist
Gots to ride for the criminals, die for the generals
My ghost'll be around for my bicentennial
Y'all better do the article
Cause when I'm dead I ain't really gon' die, I'm gon' break down to particles
Probably too deep to blow
When I sleep I leave earth and come back, y'all can't peep the ghost
It's like I make n***as shiver and think
I'm so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers'll sink
And y'all n***as can't walk with me, I'm on some different sh**
I can't explain it but I hear the clouds talk to me
It's sort of like the weed in a dutch, you wouldn't understand
So I stay quiet not leavin' you much
It's about time I even it up, I knock your spirit out
Holiday to Ghost gettin' greasy as f**
Here's why they call me the ghost
I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast
I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid
That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers
I vow to hold my n***as down, bust my gun, pay the bail
Get the weed, get the liquor, dog I'm just a lick of styles
Lyrically I'm somethin' else, hardest out of nothin' else
Before you think I'm b**h you better all try to f** yourself
Mr. Paniro and, mixed with a pharoe and
Got cold hearted when I started movin' h**n
Robbed more sh** than Billy the Kid
You think you're nicer than the P you the silliest kid
It's like I'm better off poppin' ya
When I flow I got a formula in styles sort of like a philosipher
Y'all start borrowin' lessons
Cause rap without me is like the gods without the stars and the crescents
I don't rap my n***as, I spit bars and baptize n***as
Pull guns and k** half-sized n***as
You heard about the Holy Ghost and took it for lies
Next time you see Paniro just look in his eyes n***a
Here's why they call me the ghost
I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast
I'm the ghost of this sh**, I provide you fluid
That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers