Ghost (feat. Houston)

Woke up seven am I quickly hit the snooze Got a text from the bro we linking with the crew I got work, school, bills and other shit to do You know how it is schedule just be changing dude Kept my plans on tunnel vision while I'm eating lowkey Had to drop a couple niggas some were plotting on me Last y'all saw me with a cap on, shirt and jeans with roshies Next you'll see me with a civic driving past y'all slowly I be sipping on some bourbon every chance I got That's on my downtime I don't get in my bag a lot But when I do it be heavy so much I kept in I'm telling y'all the demon on my left is just a menace It's clear now the road that I'm steppin Feels like a puzzling ghost town niggas earning stimmies in the trenches The media's out of control The dramas getting too old Im tired of giving a damn I know I'm the man Shit is a fendi that's word to the clan You're a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling I stand out amongst the rest somehow I still can't reach my ceiling I know that I'm the best so try to test ill leave you peeling Some people running from something we all just chasing a feeling I'm running out of patience or I'm running outta time Seen a year without rain they trynna trap us in our minds I been reading all the signs You can't knock me off my grind Ain't no cha cha for we slide Got that form but don't got drive For real What a drip in Classe what I'm sipping Bad little chichi and her pussy bald like krillin Turn the lights out watch me beat it to submission Thank you for the snack I'm off a pack I'm moving different Head up in the sky I'm reaching heights like Scottie Pippin Me and Houston stay high we catching stars cause we driven No time to lack again got the whole planet to see Why should I have to save a peach If she belongs to the streets? Just want my slice of cake then leave these games are corny ode All this work to fix her pipe I should of hit up Pauline Bowser ain't got shit on me last time busted his teeth Clipped his army one to eight these koopas fearing the G Yo Sigo el pasion Bebiendo mi vino No ando con chicos keepin it real consigo lo mio Yo gano lo cualto No soy el santo Tan poco soy Rico Pero Tengo mi jente conmigo No jodo con sucio Lo saco con brillo Son pecado podrio Why should I repeat these cycles if theirs no happy endings? I Keep myself awake that's how it goes outside these fences My confidence is building but I'm used to being second or last Don't get it twisted relax They don't know what I'm doing bitch I can live with that Caught a hater talking smack but he ain't doing jack But why yo girl blasting my tunes and she ain't text you back? You must be simping hard my guy or your dick game is wack (For real)