94 Ghost S%!t

Let there be light and there was light

Look, look, look

I can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable

Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable

Chopper wave at you

Your vest can't stop when I'm poppin' the K at you

No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (nah)

This shit is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though

Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable

Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial

Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable (ha)

Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through

Them the niggas I jot my pages to

Them young niggas with 30-shot Glocks to flame at you

Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few

"Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you

Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you"

Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you

Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through (brr)

Heard this old washed-up rap nigga was talkin' reckless

On the internet and shit, that kind of shit I don't respect it

Tell you once, leave my name off of your records

Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects

Pump to your chin while you naked

I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees

That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees

But sniff 'til their nose bleed

Cut off your fuckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie

Them bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear

Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (skrt)

Wooyoungmi kick rocker

Load the MAC up and gift shop it (grr)

I get the shottie from the drawer (talk to 'em)

Uh, another body finna fall

I move the product to the zombies in the hall

Aim good, I could write my name in cursive

With the Tommy in the wall (hahaha)

I put buck fifties on the side of niggas' jaws

They don't want problems at all, I know a lot of niggas soft, uh

I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall

Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw, uh (cash)

Whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh

Shit on my wrist costs a brick plus

Fif' tucked, run up on me get your shit bust (brrt, brrt)

Hit six plus times, got you zipped up

Black bag that, your body like my last track

I turn my hat back, my young'un poppin' at your dad hat

That's facts, I had to bag crack just to have racks

Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast tracks

Had straps hid under the porch and where the trash at

Jack boys kick your door down, where the cash at? (Grr)

Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat (aha)

Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that (Machine, nigga)

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear

Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (skrt)

Wooyoungmi kick rocker

Load the MAC up and gift shop it (grr)

When these come out, Ronnie?

My Pyers smellin' like a pissy lobby

These niggas on some ho shit

Stocking on my face on some '94 ghost shit

Stocking on my face, nigga

On some '94 ghost shit