[Intro: Styles P]
(Oh my God)
This be the ghosts
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[Verse 1: Styles P]
Gettin' to the guap, snoopin' on the raw, though
Not runnin' from the law, no
Runnin' from the law but you cross me
You won't get fucked like a porno
Ammo with the switch, that is not my steez
Off the game but connected with n***as from [?]
If you dream of killin' me, when you wake, you better scream
I'm sorry, ghosts, I take shrooms, like I'm Mario
Luigi, not in the car, I'm in the 'Rari, though
Maybe the Lambo, the Porsche with the Sicario
With some black gorilla n***as
But even all alone, I'm still with a killer, n***a
But I ain't tryna kill, I just want the bills and the check
I'm just tryna stretch, you just wanna flex
Part Malcolm, part Diem, one third of the ello
[?] I keep it mellow but the spot marks X
I ain't dead but I'm doin' well, just for context, ghosts

[Verse 2: Franco East]
Ayy, sh— look, ayy
Brown boy kept the grain in the basement, call it segregation
Tryna keep up out the piss and tryna stop his constipation
Been new, I was the shit since eyebrows were slit
And all my older cousins pick seeds out of they zips
Thank God for legalizing
Deaf to a gatekeeper soon as it let a real one in town, enterprising
But I can't rid you drive it, know I can't play Adonis
You are not my mans if them boys won like a synthesizer
I don't trip off things I can't change
You psilocybin while the moves is silent, let them onto sirens, it advice 'em
You actin' like that SZA song, when the crowd don't sing along, shit
It doesn't mean that you follow it, still aced to the bone like crossroads
You in that house, I own that bitch, a young Grant Cardone
Goin' postal in the post, I let you postpone
Ironic how the glass shards throwin' the most stones, I wish you would
[Verse 3: Xavy Rusan]
I'm on the move like inertia
You know I'm what they sayin' 'bout an object in motion
These n***as plottin' and hoppin' I can't get down on a wishing star
I really wish a n***a would
Act like he don't see me in the city eatin', livin' good
Different city, different hood, still we play the same game
Exit out the back while bitches chantin' out my stage name
Hold my self accountable, I let you play the blame game
Character development, I see you still the same lame
We been droppin' pressure, even all my haters gotta love it
Tryna get a minute from a MAC'll put you out of budget
Not a stain on me, if I wore it, you ain't gotta scrub it
Shawty turn a head, she out here actin' like we not in public
Well, fuck it, suck it, we be home in a minute
Got my windows untinted, so you know who was in it
Hotbox in thirty minutes, so you know how we scented
I give a fuck about the timid, tell the Lord to descend it
The more that we winnin', the more that n***as saw that we did it
He swore he did digits, I was pretty sure that he didn't
I told him, "You ain't gotta lie to kick it"
I could dig it, tell the truth
I've been on my shit, come take a whiff and you could smell the proof, n***a
(Oh my God)