Styles P - Really Ghostly lyrics

[Hook] Description of my existence, real ghostly Description of my existence, real ghostly X2 [Verse 1 - Styles p] I'm forever spittin, you is never spittin If my man gonna ride I'm gonna set it with him If ya man gonna die, you gettin deaded with him When you hear my verses, it was never written And If you don't like my sh**, don't never listen But if you tuned in, make room then Guns in every closet, even the one the brooms in Just like them cameras, see that money and zoom in Get it, then I zoom out (laughs) And they think I'm blowin' smoke out I'm really blowin' fumes out, howl when the moons out It's the alpha male, is my brain locked up or is it out on bail Am I free yet? Can I see yet?? You don't understand you really ain't a G yet I'm a gentleman, I'll leave you tremblin' Rememberin the gremlins, the guns need a**emblin' [Hook] Description of my existence, real ghostly Description of my existence, real ghostly X2 [Verse 2 - Styles p] Description of my existence, real ghostly Sort of like the ancient Egyptians I could move objects without liftin', so gifted Still keep the spliff and the smithon Never cross me like a Christian Theres no distance far enough to stop my persistence Like for instance, I use my motherf**in' instincts Me, my gun, my knife, always stay in sync I know sh** stinks, but keep ya nose up Me, I hold the block like the belt hold ya clothes up I see his head down, and his toes up They'll plant him, but he never grows up You don't wanna stumble now, it's a jungle now Large ain't big enough, headed for humongous now And If you head up, they'll gun you down They don't give a f** if ya daughter or ya son around [Hook] Description of my existence, real ghostly Description of my existence, real ghostly X2 [Verse 3 - Styles P] Mind stay zoned out, on the plane like I flown out Gun game, who got blown out Drug game, get ya car and ya home out Cause the streets take the motherf**in' toll out And Let a little bit of soul out, I'm tryna roll out With a lot of cash to hold out Cause I know bout what I know bout, n***a no doubt My whole life I went the dough route ||FIG|| [Hook] Description of my existence, real ghostly Description of my existence, real ghostly X2