GHOST TOWN

Once i was a loser but its time for me to glo up Just like kamikaze by the way that i will blow up Elevator rappin' that's the way i always go up born for this in 96 so tell me what's the hold up My words will be the candle that will brighten your day Staying far away from grass cause i don't f*ck with you snakes Only care about the people that be keeping the faith Not knowing making music coursin' through my veins Like, Can't never stray away from the plan Damn only stick with my real fam man I don't even have no friends can't Hang around with no coke heads I Want a better life for me you Stuck with the same homies me Still the best I can be you Stab another back for free Keeping up the rhythm and Never been a middle man Never touched a riddelliine Spinning like a ceiling fan I don't wanna be the fan I don't wanna be a Stan Want to be the main man Selling out the stadium Be the one up on the stage You bumpin' to my last page Tore it, I threw it away And now you listen everyday Moral of the story I wont stop i'm destined for the fame So what you hope to accomplish huh? Look at me like a convict huh? So go and empty your pockets huh? See nothin' in your wallet huh? You broke and you have no dollars huh? Puppet to your own knowledge huh? Sane, but this is psychotic huh? Change from what I've been writin' huh? Now I see a big GHOST TOWN No one comes to my show now Speeding fast to the throne now But lately I just keep slowing down Wish that I could get past my Hurdle stuck on this track I Run and run but wont lap I Never finish you laugh huh Laugh, laugh, laugh Throw that bullshit to the Back, back, back You ain't nothin' but a Drag, drag, drag I'm no critic but you Whack, whack, whack Think you better its a Fact, fact, fact In your head you Mad, mad, mad Saw me rap and I Snap, snap, snap Guess what bitch I'm Back, back, back Guess what bitch I'm Back, back, back Guess what bitch I'm Back, back, back I said Guess what bitch I'm Back, back, back Yea Yea Yea