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Ghost

Locksmith, Jarren Benton
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K-K-Kato on the track, bitch Black Cloud Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit) Fake motherfuckers get away (get away) We don't give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don't give a fuck) We been counting money all day I been on the grind all year I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah) I been pressing line after line I been doing quite fine, I ain't worried 'bout them Yeah, how do I make a marker? How do I break the plain? How do I fashion out of nothing, enough to finally sustain? How do I take a notion and focus and not lick the game? How do I tunnel through the sewage and never show 'em a stain vein? Pure vanity, candidly I was speaking Fascinated with fame, my desire started to peak and I'm taking a route and making a lane that none of you here were seeking Cause most of these rappers now be reaching I'm willing to bare the scars and the bruises, the intermediate muses Sacrifices in crisis, that violently left them clueless Every slip is a lesson, I'm fully reaping the usage So what if they sleeping on me, now they lose it I'm used to the pessimism, I need the discouragement I encourage it Every verse is a surgeon, an inclination for nourishment Every stress is a test and a testament to 'em flourishing I'm putting my flag down till it's permanent, I concur Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit) Fake motherfuckers get away (get away) We don't give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don't give a fuck) We been counting money all day I been on the grind all year I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah) I been pressing line after line I been doing quite fine, I ain't worried 'bout them Niggas shit on you then turn around and praise you in death Fuck that fake love, I'd rather take a stake through the chest Gimme the roses while I'm breathing Don't wait till I'm a corpse to show remorse You gotta go through rigor mortis for support Hate us a pistol, a plastic straw, smack the bitch Niggas bodies get wrapped with a bag of gauze Bodies get hacked with saws, these be bitches packed with flaws So she put them filters on thinking that's what'll attract the boss Scrub on the street say he clutching the heat How she party in Belize but still get government cheese Moral of the story, half the shit you see is a scam Niggas do anything for a hit on the gram (clout) Two turntables and a mic in my hand Niggas dying from syrup, dirty sprite, and them xans (ugh) If I don't get rich bitch, I'ma go nuts When you die that's when your sales go up What the fuck Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit) Fake motherfuckers get away (get away) We don't give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don't give a fuck) We been counting money all day I been on the grind all year I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah) I been pressing line after line I been doing quite fine, I ain't worried 'bout them I am the definition of self-sustainable, never would say I'm full Never would take a hand, I'd bite my tongue to play the fool I'm making a mark, you're making a mockery portraying cool You'd rather be unpaid or unrelatable I'd never accept either I believe that my circumstances are blessings Self-examination accumulated aggression I'm pressing to break the status quo I'm taking your view, shaking the rules And making a muse, in my habitation I had to grow Flow is my ammunition but it ain't just my plan and mission To feed you misleading lyrics, leave you in panic fishing But I need you to stand and listen, this is my testimony Went from being broke to turning down what ain't destined for me I formally disagree with the office they pitching me Picture me following suit, inside the suit that they pick for me Victory is in my foresight I follow my heart and just ignore hype This is my declaration for war right Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit) Fake motherfuckers eat a dick I'm steadily gaining more, more men, and with more venom Really I'm bored with 'em Willing to wipe 'em out with metaphors, get 'em Murder 'em all, reversing the ball, swinging the pendulum, you Taking advantage of niggas who never knew nothing just to advance few Get in the game, willing to claim what they can never do I'm defiant, never compliant, fuck it, I always spit the truth You been used to these niggas rapping with no kind of mental traction And take a potential action to end it in simple fashion You sick cause you into fast shit I'm sick cause my lyrics gassin' Ready to raise the bar, every bar is essential, ask 'em This is what you ask for, you willing to bleed I'm willing to crash for, delete for my social media dashboard You dash toward what you think is your only voice Niggas will follow anything if you never give 'em a choice Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit) Fake motherfuckers get away (get away) We don't give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don't give a fuck) We been counting money all day I been on the grind all year I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah) I been pressing line after line I been doing quite fine, I ain't worried 'bout them