Lyrics

Watching all these shows
Got me feeling
Like I’m Ghost
Playing games
And selling dope
Moving weight
Over the phone
Like tele-market
Make the calls
Run the show

I’m the main event
When I step in the room
But I keep
To the shadow
Never know where I am
Or where I come from
Pop up on ya
Now tell me something
Whose the hottest
In the game
Gotta say my name
Like I’m Derrick Henry
Running in the game
Tryna boost my stats
But I’m playing
Hall of fame
With no way out
Can’t even simulate
Call a timeout
Make sure the play good
Run the right route
Play clock on eight

Set hut
Step left juke bate
Left him frozen
Like a TV dinner plate
I think I’m on my way
For the winning score
Time to make my mark
In the industry
Like a fallen star
My way to sore
Is to the heart

Slinging all this shit
Like a sling shot
Call me Bart
But I ain’t simpin
Come up missing
Like a victim
How you bitching
Shut up dummy
We out here
Getting money
Like hand over fist
Paper always wins
When it comes to the list

Put me on it
Cuz I’m sliding in
Like Lamar Jackson
Running ain’t a question
If we chasing dollar signs
You gone need protection
Cuz I’m coming in
Wild and Reckless
Ready to rip shit
On my way to success


Watching all these shows
Got me feeling
Like I’m Ghost
Playing games
And selling dope
Moving weight
Over the phone

You mess with my family
Imma chain you up
Like the Columbians
Did Tony
For the money
Only five eleven
But I feel Eight feet
I could dunk on Yao Ming
Energy flowing at the max

Turning Down
Never that
Where’s the blunt
Pass me dat
Get in my zone
Like a power up
Mastermind with the
Way the flow leveled up
Money stacking up
With the way I upgraded
Like a transformer

Call me Bumble Bee
Cuz I’m rough
And ready to rumble
Haters try to run with me
Watch ’em stumble
Like a newborn
Looking for it’s mommy
Y’all some kids
How y’all bitchin
Keep it real
Get these riches

Watching all these shows
Got me feeling
Like I’m Ghost
Playing games
And selling dope
Moving weight
Over the phone

I’m coming for ya
Yea I’m coming for ya
Like I’m Michael Myers
Making big moves
In silence
I turned this shit
Into a science
No degree
But I’m a master
At the way I turn
Into a menace
On the track

Taking all ya hype
And double that
My confidence is bottomless
Like my stomach
When I’m hungry
So feed me beats
Imma beast
I won’t take defeat
Like a NFL team
Looking for a
First round pick
Like Michael Vick
I want 7 digits
In my bank account
ISSA paramount picture
Of how I want
My success
I’ll accept
Nothing less
Than a profit
Off my talent
So give me the pen
Sign my life
To the music
Time to put in the focus
Like a physic
I got insight
So don’t fuck with me
Like I’m Dwight
Get peppered sprayed
With all the heat
I spit
With no ghost write

Watching all these shows
Got me feeling
Like I’m Ghost
Playing games
And selling dope
Moving weight
Over the phone