text: Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Im gone
  Bitch Im gone
  Versace Pipboy stuntin on you old boy
  Kepler eighty-eight about to be my home boy
  Art of mackin with my Starter Jacket blue and gold
  White Reeboks daddy rocked back in 94
  You a hoe boy bitch you aint-a doughboy
  Fake chain you a lame quit the show boy
  Ima Schema only kick it with a Schema boy
  Dont respond to beef spit from a chicken boy
  Nobody beefin wit me
  I am too busy wit me
  Livin out all of your dreams
  Thats why you hatin on me
  Mackin them bitches you think
  Want you they really want me
  They want in my torture machine
  But they get nothin from me
  Used to be knocked out cold
  Now all the sudden you woke
  Hittin me up for your song
  Go to sleep like before
  Bitch I dont rock yo clothes
  That designer shit for hoes
  Im tha Ghoste reppin starter like its 94
  Versace pip boy stuntin on ya old boy
  Kepler eighty-eight about to be my home boy
  Art of mackin with my starter jacket blue and gold
  White Reeboks daddy rocked back in 94
  Im gone, Im gone, Im gone
  To Kepler eighty-eight
  Im gone, Im gone, Im gone
  To Kepler eighty-eight
  Im gone, Im gone, Im gone
  To Kepler eighty-eight