Ghost Writer

[Intro]
Yo Deltoid
Gimme that trap shit
Flip a pack shit
Businessman till I’m ghost
Yeah

[Chorus]
Give you that
Subprime
Loan
Know you can’t pay that back
Did that shit on consignment
LT that Lehman bank
Bring about a Great Recession
Big drought
Can’t sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack

[Verse]
Got NFL birds
Pit the Falcons vs the Eagles
Got 32 plugs
And we all looking regal
Might start a commission
They saying you good L
Start with a Kaepernickel
Putting niggas through hell
Move up to a dime
For this anthem
They’ll still kneel
Then take it to a pound
I’m Carnegie in the steel mill
Then shoot em by the round
My competition fed a steel meal
Shit then I’m getting out
Like Lakeith and Lil Rel
Yeah only way I’m losing weight
Is if I’m deep in method acting
And the role demands I play the part
Of anorexic or a crack addict
Otherwise I’m stacking bricks
Like I seen the graph and the mathematics
Show the architecture must scrape the sky
It’s showtime for this trap magic
My niggas at seminars
And any industry conference
At any bar with the confidence
Be a Genius and turn dirty Mack's incompetence
Into pimp shit
Burners out of them iPhones
By the time she finished apps
My main bitch got 5 on
Ain’t stay for no main course
But rings
She leaving with 5 on
They try to wife her
But the only life
She be loyal to is this fly Don yeah
Kubrick
Woah
2 bricks to go
Like clockwork
My orange growers be moving the groves
Undercover
Make OJ white
Know that I kill it
Whichever way OJ slice
I take Florida fruit
And flood Miami Beach
Know that I got the juice
Tropicana in the streets
Nah
See I ain’t even a drug dealer
Shoulda ghost wrote this shit
And sent it out to another nigga
Damn

[Chorus]
Subprime
Loan
Know you can’t pay that back
Did that shit on consignment
LT that Lehman bank
Bring about a Great Recession
Big drought
Can’t sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack

[Outro]
This ad was paid for
By some real fucking players
Any dealers, thugs, killers
If you wanna rap
Drop some bars
Make an album
But you don’t know
How to string these words
Come to the Monastery
LTtheMonk will be your ghost writer
Yeah yeah