Ghost II

[Verse 1]
Get me the fuck outta here
I'm sick of all this stupid education
I'm racing to the finish line
I got my motivation
I say shit when I want
Don't need no fuckin punks
Tryna tell me my own future
I know I'm blowing up
"That cover was lit, Robo, you really can spit"
Man I been knew all this shit
You think I sit on my dick?
While bitches show me they clit
Imma stay spittin these writtens
Like an incision I'm splitting
While I stay shittin on critics
Come at me with some true shit
Otherwise you look stupid
Say that my songs are shit
Show me all of your proof, bitch
I don't go a just do shit
I sit back and I'm plotting
Spotting fake bitches and stopping
I put effort in my songs, bitch
I stay talking
When all of you pussies are just walking
I'm stalking you online, you posting all of this goth shit
You better just stop this
"Robo you can't rap
Just go and make a YouTube video and say it's a wrap, bitch
All you need is some practice
Honestly I could teach you, if you'd like to sit back bitch
I'm a savage, like Logan, hold up, that ain't the motive
I'm overdosing, reloading, I'm toting shit I've been holding back
But if you coming up to me then bitch that's that
You know I stay with that exercise, I give you a tap, you're flat
I ain't talking to you bitchass get back you're fat
I'll spit the facts until you fuckin clap back
I'm that mad
Bagpipes from Baghdad
You know I act like a mad lad
I made a single video and now it blew up, wassup
My ego exploded and now I'm out of luck, I'm fucked
A suction cup stuck to me, I got that Two Tone Rebel shit on repeat
Imma keep spitting this shit till I'm off my feet
And that underneath me says upon it "defeat"

[Outro]
And I just want you to know now
That I've been at this for max hours
And if you want to say it come on
You know I've wanted this all along
And I been trying and trying
And I been finding the right shit
Cus when I eventually blow up
You know that I won't give a fuck