Trajik - 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!

Written by:
Donovan Short

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