Styles P - Ghost work lyrics

Turn that sh** up diesel That's poobs ? I'm a light that sh** up Yeah I was in the cut these mother f**ers asleep I'm about the youth these Lil n***as should eat I been on the streets I been k**ing these beats Give a f** about no rappers Cause I been k**ing ? Flowing off the RiRi maybe I go and read Im behind the mask but maybe they know it's me Type of sh** I thought when I was robbin' a thief I can con a con artist so I'm a problem for me I can k** any beat don't care if it's R&B Why he rhyme so ghetto he came from poverty Look at me then Look at me now You Looking around Cause I'm ghost On another coast smoking a pound You will never find a rapper like me That was rappin' like me That was clappin' like me Now I don't wanna brag about no dumb sh** No gun sh**, no slum sh** Why the f** you actin' like me, I don't like that Left him right there Talk about, he be right back Can't spin on me, you ain't doin' the laundry He goin' come back wit a strap Arms on me I attack first if I'm thinking he tryin' to harm me Work work work work work Got my Mama in my ear like "the church won't hurt" But I gotta ride the wave till the surf don't work Get a new board Thinkin that the dirt don't work I'm a true lord Flip and I slip when I'm high wit da roof off Gotta stay lukewarm n***a put you on could put the Duke on Flip on yo a** when the loot gone Dat j**el was free next time bring a coupon Lookin' at the rob report in the ? Holdin' on a strap That could clap and get a moose gone