text: Back up in the motherfucking cut
  Young GHOSTE OT
  With them all gold teeth
  Talk a lot of shit but youre sucking my dick
  Lowkey
  Straight bumping my tape til you sleep
  All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane
  Solo, stay away from me
  I dont need a motherfucker tellin me shit bout shit
  Been alone since 17
  Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting thats been done before
  I dont see competition so I keep on depicting they cuppin they nuts
  Big buck teeth like a young King Tut
  Schema the posse
  I put it on my stone in a cemetery whether you bury me or scatter my ashes
  You a punk bitch
  If you aint down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe
  Pussy boy dont want beef
  Pussy boy, pussy boy dont want war=
  Pussy boy, pussy boy aint bout shit but that pussy boy always gon ask you for more
  Pussy boy, pussy boy dont know me
  Pussy boy, pussy boy dont know GHOSTE
  Oh
  Im scheming your hoe
  Im deep in her throat
  You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt
  Smoking on some
  Come on the nun
  Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun
  Loaded my gun
  My mind feeling numb
  Think my time it has come
  I inspire it; my use, sick and tired of the truth
  Left my soul separated
  Required a proof
  Reincarnate the curse
  Im shackled to dust
  The product of sin, aint no God I can trust
  Tanqueray up in my system
  Got me on some devil shit
  My eyes are bloodshot red
  Im hearing voices in my fucking head
  Tanqueray up in my system
  Got me on some devil shit
  My eyes are bloodshot red
  Im hearing voices in my fucking head