Ghost

Boo
 Ghost
 What I tell em?
 I'm gon be a millionaire
 Slide through the ghetto in a ghost
 They stop and stare
 It's like they seen a ghost
 Can't believe I'm there
 I came up still come around
 Real is rare
 Yeah I keep player
 Though life ain't fair
 I played the cards that I was dealt
 And now I'm here
 Can you believe this
 I got niggas that's turnt to ghost
 Ain't get to see this
 I thank you Jesus!
 Everyday above the grounds a good day
 I remember be posted
 With a pocket full of suflet
 Smokin flowers for hours
 I just blew through a bouquet
 Nigga play
 We on his head like a toupee
 It's doomsday hey
 How the fuck you gon duck 100 shots?
 Dont make me twist ya cap like a soda pop
 Im a seamstress cause I sew the block
 I know feel me cause I'm flamin hot
 I'm hood like a bag of flamin hots
 Stacking old money til the paper rot
 Rats in attic eating through it
 Don't fuck with the knats cause they blew it
 I made a lot cause I sold a lot
 I know the spots, I know the traps
 Way before rap. I know every crack
 In the concrete I'm street
 I'm running the city like a track meet
 Don't at me
 You niggas is ass cheeks
 Watch how I run it up
 But I'm no athlete
 Turn a nigga to the ghost of Great gatsby
 What I tell em?
 I'm gon be a millionaire
 Slide through the ghetto in a ghost
 They stop and stare
 It's like they seen a ghost
 Can't believe I'm there
 I came up still come around
 Real is rare
 I keep player
 Though life ain't fair
 I played the cards that I was dealt
 And now I'm here
 Can you believe this
 I got niggas that turnt ghost
 Ain't get to see this
 I thank you Jesus!
 I'm in that new thang
 Pull up on you with yo boo thang
 Say she wanna kick it like Lui Kang
 All about cream call me Wu-Tang
 I wanna new chain
 Reach for it, get hit with the blue flame
 That's how I do thangs
 Yeah now you Casper the ghost
 I'm in hood erryday cuz I fuck wit my folks
 I'm the same nigga just gettin bigger
 Ain't nothing change but the calendar
 Slide through in a ghost not a challenger
 Bad yellow bitch for a passenger
 All of my niggas is savages scavengers
 The weed same color as lavender
 We rollin 7's yo blunts aint fat enough
 Count it up nigga
 Gon add it up
 What I tell em?
 I'm gon be a millionaire
 Slide through the ghetto in a ghost
 They stop and stare
 It's like they seen a ghost
 Can't believe I'm there
 I came up still come around
 Real is rare
 Yeah I keep player
 Though life ain't fair
 I played the cards that I was dealt
 And now I'm here
 Can you believe dis
 I got niggas that turnt ghost
 Ain't get to see this
 I thank you Jesus!