Ghostwriter

Lyrics

[Intro] Fat boy behind a lot of your favorite flows, man Pay attention (uh) [Verse 1] Ghostwriter, blunt lighter Write a rapper's song, then go buy a home Lyrics they recite, these are words I own Every album that I made, I did it on my own Melodies that I would barter, any label the starter Any nigga with cheddar, I bet I can make it better Wanna live the life, so they gotta pay the fee Last ten years, everybody came to me Politicians, propositions, bottom bitches washing dishes No auditions for these bitches, many scriptures we've written Came from the mud, I used to piss in the tub If you never felt love, then I considered you blood Charging for the verses, throw in the chorus Slip-N-Slide fucked me, friendship was then aborted Publishing was something I would have to earn back So I wrote so many songs I would deserve that In return, I wrote them things that would alter the world Could say some names, many names as my words'll confirm As my words'll confirm As my words'll confirm [Hook] It gets so lonely at the top It gets so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top It be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top Uh, I be so lonely at the top [Verse 2] Fell in love with the travel, carry-ons and what have you If a nigga came at you, then he was trying to pat you Ghostwriter put a check on a niggas head You never knew I let the table, 'cause he hid his hand Remember receiving words of wisdom from Jimmy Henchman I lit a blunt in his honor when he received his sentence So many successful entertainers with tax problems DMX went homeless, and heard he back robbing Rozay won't be a old nigga with back problems In the back of the Maybach with black Tanya I went out the *** when I kicked it with *** Met *** for the first, all the things I could say [Hook] It gets so lonely at the top It gets so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top [Verse 3] My ego's intact, my pen is unique Any pressure, we come with sticks like they do at Philippe's God gave me a gift, therefore I shared it with them Ghostwriter publisher, such a beautiful friend We give them the slang, we lease them the swag Tell them where they can hang, tell them what they should wear Cheers to the hustlers, bitches who wanna fuck us Ghostwriter never know when they coming to touch us My team in fatigues, diamonds drip to my knees Mike Caren a leach, you all be deceased Culture is mine, these words I define If you need you a hit, I could give you some lines I could pick you the beat, I should write you the hook You should sit back and smoke, all royalties took All royalties took (ha ha ha ha) All royalties took [Hook] It gets so lonely at the top It gets so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top I get so lonely at the top It be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top I be so lonely at the top