Styles P - Come Clean lyrics

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[Styles P]

Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah

Feel the kid, y'know?

Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga

Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam nigga

Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me

Most of you niggaz is butter, you know I keep a toast with me

New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back

Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat

More respect than money, but fuck it I can live with that

Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at

Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back

Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that

The rage make me evil with the gift

I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit

And niggaz rap funny so to me they seem humorous

I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous

(You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this

It come to bein street, we the niggaz that been true to this

You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's

You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail

You a bitch so you'd probably get screwed in jail

But fuck jail, we here now, bitch nigga you a frail

It's been a long time since I shot somethin

And if I put you on your back nigga you not frontin

It's been a long time since I stabbed somethin

And if I take your life away nigga you have nuttin

What? Y'know

Ghost, time is money

Poobs I don't even feel like talkin

I might as well fuckin be out, YEAH!