GHOST

[Chorus]
I'm supposed to be fuckin' with niggas
That's not even keeping it real
They claiming they looking out for me
But I know the truth
So I'm keeping it real
So now I turn into a ghost
I disappear quick
And run into the field
I'm focused on all of my dough
I'm focused on making a mill
Y'all niggas be lost
Deep inside of the bullshit
Not even developing skills
I sit in my room
And I'm constantly working
Until I am making it real
I'm focused on all of my dough
I'm focused on making a mill
I'm focused on everything
That I have wanted
So now
I am keeping it real
Yeah

[Verse]
No time
For the time to waste
I put a dime
On the smiling face
And when I rob the the place
I put a bomb
In a silent place
That shit explode
From a mile away
Not a terrorist
But I will probably
Go and tear your wrist
I just explode
When I am pissed
And I don't give shit
About these hoes
That will throw a fit
You wasn't there
When I was sick
A lot of people
Just hanging
Wanna party
All the time
Until you tell them
That they gotta put in time
Cause they don't want to work
They hate the struggle
When you
Going through the grind
But they standing by you
When you in you prime
They don't feel the hurt
Yeah this shit
Is getting worse
Over time
Till I'm feeling like
My eyes
Are going blind
Dig a lot dirt
Getting buried
In the pain
In my mind
I be feeling like
I never get the time

I wake up
Feeling depressed
Maybe that's not it
I'm dealing with stress
Cutting the people off
That should've been
A big part of this
Getting it off of my chest
We was supposed
To be family
Why am I leaving?
You not understanding me
Causing the damage
To me
I remember
When I was a kid
And it all just seemed like
It was fantasy

Now I know what it is real
Feeling like
I have just swallowed the pill
Looking around
I see nobody
That I could
Really just talk to
And that shit
Is making me ill

I don't want to chill
I'm tired of working
Inside of this corporate slavery
Stuck to a chain
Just so bitches
That open they legs
With the lies
And the bullshit
Get paid off of me
And the only thing
They want
Is bread
I don't want no love
Am I sick in my head
The passive aggression
With passive aggressiveness
Got me just feeling like
I want to settle it
No matter
How high I climb
I still feel low
Trapped in a box
With nowhere
I could go
If I die
On this earth
I turn into
A ghost

[Chorus]
I'm supposed to be fuckin' with niggas
That's not even keeping it real
They claiming they looking out for me
But I know the truth
So I'm keeping it real
So now I turn into a ghost
I disappear quick
And run into the field
I'm focused on all of my dough
I'm focused on making a mill
Y'all niggas be lost
Deep inside of the bullshit
Not even developing skills
I sit in my room
And I'm constantly working
Until I am making it real
I'm focused on all of my dough
I'm focused on making a mill
I'm focused on everything
That I have wanted
So now
I am keeping it real
Yeah