GH0ST IN THE SHELL.

Don't you play them fucking games Don't you play them fucking games Don't you ring that fucking bell Hollows be on the load, they the ghosts that's in the shell Everything you think you know, well, you better recollect Am coming for the debts and settling for no less than Bet Amma run it up You got way too comfortable just way too soon Shell done made you ghost like Who the f*ck is you Thought you found yourself, but now you lost it, cool War done damaged you, the gulag was the fruit Planted from a seed that should have never grew Woo You fucked it up again, prick Now they know the name from all the cards you dealt Do you even want it? You been relentless with it Giving it your all The batteries about to give in And you're back to the fall And I ain't talking August Am talking bout the calling you're endorsing All the glory All these choices that have morphed into something That doesn't fucking fit your skin Oh, now you got the thicker skin What about when I hit it with these hollow clips Don't resist You wanted this You've always wanted this You're conflicted with inflictions that distance you from sense Where's your common sense Scheming for the pent, ain't seen a penny yet Speaking all that shit and you made f*ck all cents Everything you expect will never be yours, no not in death You must repent Tryna make a fortune out of spitting sins In the face of death Reaping what you sow So I'll reap till there's nothing left You reap what you sow You reap what you sow All that glitters ain't gold in the grey area F*ck it, we're going vantablack Think you've seen the dark Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha