f/ Cross, J-Hood, Sheek
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Ahh... today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha...
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This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
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You might not believe it though
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But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost
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(Styles)
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I'm about to open up
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Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
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He said
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(Cross)
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Your gun is in the closet flippin
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Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
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(Styles)
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So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong with you?"
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(Sheek)
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You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you
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(Styles)
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I said I just beat a case daddy
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And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
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Then the hammer said
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(Sheek)
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Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
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Tell me if the plan switchin
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Cause we used to get around together
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We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's now or never
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(Styles)
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I said hammer take it easy baby
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Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
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And all you gotta do is chill a while
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And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know that I feel you Styles
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(Chorus: Styles)
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I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
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But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
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I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
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But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
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I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
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But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
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I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
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But nobody believe that my money talk to me
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(Styles)
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My knife said to me
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(Cross)
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I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
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(Styles)
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And he get bright red for me
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Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
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I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
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I said "Haze what the hell is up?"
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He said
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(J-Hood)
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You know how we do, you know that we crew
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So where's the vanilla dutch
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(Styles)
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Rolling something up,
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Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
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And holding something up
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My haze said to me
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(J-Hood)
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You need to calm down when the rage come to you
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'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
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But you don't give a fuck
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So just open up your book and let your page come to you
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(Styles)
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Even though I'm humble and noble
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I don't give a fuck
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You ain't tryin to hear me I'ma shoot through your mobile
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It's funny, I'll stalk you
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Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money start talking
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(Chorus)
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(Styles)
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My money spoke to me
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It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
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Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
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And said the hammer oughta blast at me
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He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
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Take a look at the cars and the crib
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I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
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Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
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Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping
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Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something
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And I'm the reason why you ride or die
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Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye
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I said money you the root of evil
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How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people
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But I'm a hard felon
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So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling
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(Chorus)
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Nobody Believes Me
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| Styles |
