Come Clean

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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!
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