Styles P - Come Clean lyrics

[Styles P] Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah Feel the kid, y'know? Ghost in the Machine n***a, time to come clean n***a Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam n***a Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me Most of you n***as is bu*ter, you know I keep a toast with me New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat More respect than money, but f** it I can live with that Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that The rage make me evil with the gift I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit And n***as rap funny so to me they seem humorous I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous (You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this It come to bein street, we the n***as that been true to this You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail You a b**h so you'd probably get screwed in jail But f** jail, we here now, b**h n***a you a frail It's been a long time since I shot somethin And if I put you on your back n***a you not frontin It's been a long time since I stabbed somethin And if I take your life away n***a you have nuttin What? Y'know Ghost, time is money Poobs I don't even feel like talkin I might as well f**in be out, YEAH!