Styles P - Ghost Sick lyrics

Most these rappers can eat a dick Or eat a clip Yo Ghost, you too old for this bullsh** But f** it we need me to think Lyrics is not obsolete f** about a chopper one shot You in the doctor b (one shot) Or the morgue dawg f**ing with a warlord Ask the lord for war with a bible and a sawed off But I don’t know what chapter out the good book Would make me black out And watch me get all my goods Switch to rich now, you don’t even remember how the hood look (you don’t remember) That’s cool with me, f** about your j**elry Car or your house n***a (I don’t give a f**) Far as I’m concerned you in the house n***a I ain’t seen you outside yet (I ain’t seen you yet) You was in mine I woulda kicked you out my set (b**h a**) You don’t know the old Ghost sh** I get real loose But I calmed down I’m getting money sell real juice (let’s get it) You lucked up I used to f** sh** up And get f**ed up but now I lounge The outbound selling loud they thinking I got pounds Any rapper wanna die f** it how bout now? (how bout now?) Time on my hands could turn the line on my hands (facts) You yelling gang but wouldn’t bang a nine in your hands (p**y) Not even a deuce deuce I’m hard like Bruce Lee You funny like Bruce Bruce n***a You don’t know the old Ghost sh** I get real loose But – but – but -but – but – but I calmed down Getting money sell real juice