Styles P - Ghost (Murder) lyrics

[Intro] Ghost, D-Block, LOX, n***a [Verse 1] Think about your life when I'm contemplatin' your d**h Shiftin' with my right hand, steerin' with my left Weirdo, knockin' off your earrings with my TEC And your ears too, why the f** you think I'm tryin' to hear you? Me verse the day I'm expectin' to k** a bear too All I see is blood, even when I got a clear view That's what life do, read sun tzu in high school And that was for night view, let's talk about it Nah, I'd rather not, nine in your chatterbox I could take the ox and open your Adam's apples Ox, chill Ghost, nah, P, (-) He gon' put this head under the tire of his Maserati And then go for a nice ride You don't like me, I hope you know that it's likewise Better have a gun that sound like the (-) Howard, you a coward, you better get you a lifeline Have a real n***a bowed for you? Better check the bushes cause a real n***a crowd for you What's your life worth? Why don't you name the amount for you? You couldn't pay me not to k** you Black Label, Rolexes, Mercedes at the venue At the crib, hopin' his lady's at the window He's the food, but we only waiters to get the menu Life a diesel, prepare to see evil, you know men do They say greed'll get you k**ed You up the bat now, but don't bleed in the film I'm comin' throw low, blowin' weed at the wheel Bob and weave, known to leave, get the bees in jail LOX, holiday, hollow-tip, homicide Had to do it, tellin' my homie go get the hideaway If you got beef, I k** you right away Bullets is lighter-sized, you'd never see a brighter day, n***a