Lyte Ghost Lil Mama

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[Verse 1: MC Lyte] I'm focused, I ain't on no goose chase My new place ain't got no roommates This fly make you do two takes Ain't no clutter, keep it fresh like toothpaste Beechwood floors, white walls and a suitcase On the island in the kitchen, it's two plates 'Cause who waits faithful when I step in the door, I gotta pause Thank the Lord for how I soar On the side of a mountain ain't how I saw it But He spoke it so I moved toward it, my steps ordered In between deals, one endin' and one beginnin' Ready to leave the first, bottom of thе ninth inning Scary and exciting all at the same timе Leavin' a label who no longer believed in my rhyme Had a Neptunes hit they refused to release "It's All Yours" goes hard, even if only leaked Now a big deal ahead of me, money up in my pocket Stipend was truly heightened, new music, we 'bout to drop it The company I signed with lost their distribution And that's when my whole life really became confusing The crew that was with me sitting idle in doubt Ridin' the bench, the clock about to time out Nobody warns you 'bout the pitfalls after a hit song 'Cause they got your pub, they don't care they did you wrong How these buzzards ate your ass in the process Even Issa Rae said we should stop this nonsense And she's an actress sayin' that this is backwards You write a book, they wanna own all your chapters [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Casket, yeah) Rich bastard Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Yeah, casket) Rich bastard [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, skip to the lou, my friend (Yeah) Skip to the Wu, my friend (Go) You and you, my friend (Tell 'em) Let's take it back to quarter waters, son, dues, my friend (Ow) These labels be..., don't have a clue my friend (No) Yeah, Sonys and Def Jams, Meth Man, Redmans No back ends, so your plans can't expand Execs be all on your head, just like a headband They make it hard for us to even write the next jam (Go) No loyalty (Nope), there's more royalties (Yeah) Little chains up front, thought you could spoil me (Word) You never recoup cream, they never teach you Lookin' like a bunch of **** all in cheap suits Grandmaster Flashs, Spoonie Gees and and the Kool Hercs You never paid those ****, them **** still hurt (Damn) The forefathers of this ****, but it feel cursed You **** made mills, we did the field work [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Casket, yeah) Rich bastard Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Casket) Rich bastard [Verse 3: Lil Mama] Patience with myself brought my clarity, movin' at my own pace Laughin' at my past like it's a parody I experienced injustice acts and disparity So when you see me set in my ways, can't get mad at me I expect more from these guys than just a salary Glittery wristwatches and clearly puttin' on calories Took me to get this close to learn boundaries They never thought I'd take it this far and they still countin' And if you ever counted me out, self-doubt It's clear you don't believe in yourself So how you gon' believe in somebody else? I'd be a fool to put my life in y'all hands I thank God that it came with a plan, it's encrypted Written in the stars when you give it I'm aligned with the Lyte and my tunnel vision is vicious [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Casket, yeah) Rich bastard Ayo, the game is unattractive ('tractive) Make sure you own up all your masters (Masters) They wanna pile slaves up in the basket (Baskets) And put what you worked for in a casket (Casket) Rich bastard