Styles P - Ghost Bands lyrics

[Intro] It's a young man's game, man I want to see the young n***as eat I'm supposed to, I'm an O.G., n***a [Verse 1] These n***as is jokes, so I laugh at 'em You don't really want me to stab at 'em Cause I do that sh** literally You ain't got to say I'm the best, but just consider me And keep my name in the arguments Lyrically k** sh**, n***a, no arguments Physically k** sh**, n***a, no arguments Put money on your head, real cheap, no bargainin' Do that myself, I still make me pay me I'm still playin' Biggie and Jay Z You know Nas in the booth I'm a O.G., but I play these new n***as too But I k** 'em all, then I make emcee stew I say, 'f** 'em all' cause that's what real emcees do Master of ceremonies, I'm nice on the mike G, you and this beef is on sight any night Yeah, I rhyme, but at times I'm just recitin' my life That's why this new sh** is new to me Blowin' on this kush while my East boon is schoolin' me See, Lord, you a G, Lord You was touchin' keys when these n***as was touchin' keyboards They ain't never fight, full swing or a see-saw They just let it slide, that's why they could never be your... Yeah, I'm cool with j**el And I use it 'til it's time to be fool with a tune Cause most n***as don't choose when to lose He said, 'True', but most n***as just choose when to snooze Known when to sleep, nowhere to sleep If they cut the alarm, you won't hear 'em creep Told them I'm always up I shoot they family down, I tear they hallway up And if the West Side is packed, I take Broadway up Riverside, n***a ride, yeah, I'm always up [Outro] What up? Ghost, n***a