Come Clean

Styles P

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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

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    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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