Styles P - Superstar (Ghost) lyrics

[Intro] Ghost, let me know who to haunt today Ain't Houston, but got rockets I could launch away Ain't a red bottom-n***a, but a red bu*ton-n***a Shotgun loaded up, headhuntin', n***a My gun is a dickhead, let it come in, n***a Now I go 'head and pause that Bullets is comin', you can never pause that Eh, that goon money is cool, that rap money is good That business money is great But you watch what you sayin' when you sittin' in the hood Little spot off the Gulf Coast, duplex on the outskirts I know your b**h on the rag But I don't really sweat it cause I know that her mouth works Tell your clique s** dick when I outburst Smokin', reminiscin' on movin' that down-south work Have you ever seen a n***a bleed? You was just rappin', lyin', smokin' your weed I was in the trenches with n***as that got to eat Been to funerals with mothers that got to weep Had to stay awake with n***as that need to sleep I would lose a arm for some n***as that's knee-deep If you feelin' (-), f** it, you got to leave Ghost stay cool, but you know that I got the heat Lower the handguns, say a long prayer Sat at the mirror, gave a long stare Feel it comin' and the night is the wrong air, outside anyway Weigh a buck-eighty and whatever the semi weigh A dollar bill weigh much less than a penny weigh So you was talkin' heavy, I f**ed with the featherweights Goin' through hell, but I'll send you through heaven's gates H-O-L-I-D-A-Y, happy Spray the lobby where your cousin and your auntie stay