Lyrics

(M-M-Mario) (Super!) The ghost is deeper than most is Leave out the house, grab the toaster Stuck in sofa Pop in the clip Hop in the whip Tryna get the last drop for a drip Hoodie tied, any hoodie ride Fall back, get good and high Where the phone at? Next to the cognac Bring your chrome at Wherever you bone at It's on black But you should've known that I hit a dutch Hit another one then rip a clutch I get your block blickied up Bitch nigga what? It feel good to hear the real hood I cooked then and I still could Cause my 9 mil is real good I'm coming for you then I'm gunning for you I don't get blunted with you Get hunters with you (uh-uh) Bitch nigga I'ma kill you if I want it with you You can join on the list and get your number issued (Mario) You know My main problem in life Is being too humble I stay focused nigga I'm on top of my game Catch me where the haze is Sticky like gum is The guns is louder than thunder You can get rained on depending what cloud that you under Ain't nothing fouler than hunger I wonder, about a lot of shit You ever shot a clip or got a brick? Me, I did a lot of shit But no scholarship Give a crackhead the keys Let him polish it Street life, don't abolish it They breaking rules now Making ratting seem cool now You should bat the fuckin' fool down Learnt the game from an old timer Big money make the hoes finer Why you think he so charmin' I can dig it like a gold miner I ain't lame and I can't forget the game wear Alzheimer's This is SP the ghost Puffing on a bone When I zone it affects me the most And I'm passionate about what I do Streets affects me, in a very major way Close to the concrete I believe what I say nigga Pocket full of DP's Honey from DC Cayenne with the TV Living is easy Back in 6th Grade Who would believe me (who would believe) Switchblade crazy when my clothes looking greasy Now I'm the boss of the bosses If you think you married to the streets I could make you divorce it Always hear me speak on the Porsches I think it's the horses, and how it zig-zag on the courses Big bags of money try grabbing the fortune The will get real, gotta spend it with caution I ain't really into the flossin' I'ma stay dark, follow you home Get into your portion The guns on fire like stovetops I think you on the road to perdition And here's where the road stop I ain't tryna fall I just want it all Won't you let me get the ball I'ma show you the globe trot Woah Everybody need to - (Mario) This time is mines And if I fail this time I'll be up to bat again, and again, and again, and again Sometimes you gotta accept where you coming from But matter fact, fuck that I'm kickin' down the door I'm on yo ass niggas Watch me, SP the ghost