TheCurseOfTheGhost

Better l-l-l-listen, You sound l-l-like bitches

No I don't br-bring no business, I just s-say what I'm thinking

While you straight flip for some Digits

Bitch I stay right here up in it

I'm at a sector you can't reach, 'less you been bor-born up in it

We-we be on the natives, talk they can't understand us

The dialect run much deeper than geography planet

Do not think that they get it, matter of fact I'm for certain

Show no respect for the planet, they look confused when it hurts you

Know I keep that 42 on me like my name's Jackie Robinson

Know I keep my composure real calm, but deep inside it's apocalypse

Anytime, any day, you just gotta let me know

Any shade on the sun dial, SESH ready to go

Anytime, any day, you just gotta let me know

Any shade on the sun dial, SESH ready to go

I'ma shut your eyes, I-I'ma send you off right

I'ma shut your eyes, I-I'ma send you off right

Looking in the mirror, and I can't see a thing

And the curse of the ghost, I carry it 'til I lay

Throw some trash in my grave just to prove it's the same

Twisting in space, do you choose to complain

'Bout the littlest minuscule shit,

You stuck on that middle school shit

Yappin' like a bitch until one day know you gotta get hit

It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all

It's like this, this, it's like that y'all

Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck

Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck

Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck

Put 'em up if you want, I ain't never gave a fuck