Riding in a ghost Smoking ain’t no lie, I dont send nobody, i dont hear nobody, Listening to mulla thinking imma ruler, Weezy on my feet, da di da di da di, Yea i pray for blessings Young G making paper And my mama told me, never stop never delay Steady on my grind, I got this beat inside me, Music flowing, deep inside me
Mehn, okay im out hear, Tryna function cooler than i once was, Cop it like its nothing, Morning the side of the compass, Im passing it with honors, Now i eat a lobster, Things don change for me, Since i was younger, Riding round in nairobi Real niggas only Im 19 and i’m torrent Michael tour is boring My sneakers say air Jordan Snitches still reporting I’m out here recording I’m out here importing
We don’t even ask for prices no more (when i walk into the store, there’s no reason i should know) We don’t even ask for prices no more,(Cos i’ve been working no play,if i deserve it i’ll pay) Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard
I can say that these rhymes Is my reason to exist Reason to be missed Sold you bout a season worth of hits Speaking is a bitch Have to reconfigure what i spit Teachers if you seat down and listen to preacher of the kids You could learn, that music has turned into a medicine Saving the youths and also many many many men Plenty will spend on this record Till we make our ends So pardon the benzes, i’m rocking up with all her friends
Because there’s something bout this life Born for this we are I can’t explain but its inevitable Destined for greatness Effortlessly making hits Who knew we’ll turn out like this
We don’t even ask for prices no more, (when i walk into the store, there’s no reason i should know), We don’t even ask for prices no more,(Cos i’ve been working no play,if i deserve it i’ll pay), Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard.
I got that Louis V. in my closet Riding riding i’m getting it Show money deposit Touring out in all jets and shit Betting it, all these fly kicks i be rocking Nice place i grew up in Got your girl out here letting it Pouring browns in a liquor, watchu know about it Flame to flame, while i’m switching lanes And i’m smoking loud shit So what they bothering for I pull up in a ghost, with your hoes, cos nigga
We don’t even ask for prices no more, (when i walk into the store, there’s no reason i should know), We don’t even ask for prices no more,(Cos i’ve been working no play,if i deserve it i’ll pay), Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard Cos we ball, we top charts, we young cats, we work hard.
On behalf Camp Mulla too fly flow, WizKid, we killed it.