Exorcist in the Day (feat. Ayce)

Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space Had me screaming at the wall Like the ghost of spades Had me jumping out a window with my backward face Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space Had me screaming at the wall Like the ghost of spades Had me jumping out a window with my backward face Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Aye, yo we smoking on the reefer We toking on some cheeba We rolling up the dro just like Wiz Khalifa We was quarantined for weeks, but we still been losing sleep Cause we was up all night, ducking shots from the demons I've been losing my mind, packing bowls of the pine Just rolled up 2 smoke em' both at a time, Hah do you feel me I'm just living my life But these fucking ghost's they do the most and most of em' lie shit All you suckers waiting for me to just drown and go fail It'll be a cold day up in hell before that happens Any shit you talking, you'll get beat dawg that ain't rapping You quick to cop a plea off the top of the dome, no capping 7 In your chest, have you kneeling feeling like Kaepernick I crucify your hero, I swear my religions Catholic, Amen For anybody trying to play nice guy, when they acting No high fives, I'm leaving blood shot eyes when I'm snapping I wrestle to stay sane, like angle we ain't playing I'll rip and go like I'm Kurt, so I don't Kurt Cobain I'm not a gangster but talking threats, I don't play those games You so much as step and punch deranged, and imma break yo face Any rapper step against me I'm swinging like I'm Jack Dempsey Play that, Biggie give me the loot for anything thing that I do We set flames to this booth, yo T.y tell them the truth Last night I seen a ghost floating, hoping, coats of red down the hallway Not the shining based Stanley Kubrick More like Stephen kings See this paranormal face lift, Fucked the whole world, we left it on the cut And conquered what we saw Ayce and B.Goode represent, Y'all fuckers have been told All this game has been sold, he hit you with a fee less than 40% Pay your rent get the money, pay your bills get sex But please forget the exorcist That bitch a hypno mess Preacher preacher play the world, stealing all the money The preacher, preacher kill the world Gonna leave them hungry, run and run and leave them hungry Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space Had me screaming at the wall Like the ghost of spades Had me jumping out a window with my backward face Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid