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letra de ghosts - mbnel

[verse]
heavenly father give me strength to see the snakes
cuz i’ve been giving back to folks who know they ever do is take
i was feeling up in a place just making sure that we ate
all i want is backwoods and cream but they ate that sh-t in my face
take it for granted, lord that’s something i ain’t understanding
why does everything i love always turn around, leave me damaged
i can’t stand it, and everytimes i wanna leave this planet
drug addiction please don’t judge me it’s my way for me to manage
you telling me you love me then come prove it
i’m from a place where showing heart is a weakness you might just lose it
has your momma ever told you you was useless?
we keep a gun cuz if we don’t we could just die if we don’t use it
and stop saying that i rap, b-tch i do music
and you won’t see the real, you cheap you fall off and start losin’
get the squares by my circle don’t fit in like in a rubik’s
been ahead of the d.a.’s, i just let him think that i’m stupid
livin’ life like a ruthless
apologizin’ to my daughter mother
i know you sick cuz all the sh-t that i’m involving us in
and i ain’t plan to have my daughter, i forever got her
but if somebody ever play, sh-t comes with repercussions
hey really bussin’, shooting houses ain’t really a score
and i was taught to wait outside ’til he open a door
and you ain’t really getting bread cuz he touchin’ lil toes
the f-ck i look like ridin’ waves, b-tch i’m drivin’ the boat
we gon’ creep up on him and turn him a ghost
ashes of h-lla dead opps, this ain’t za that we smoke
instagram b-tches fun and games cuz he die cuz of joke
f-ck that back and forth, ask the police ’bout the sh-t that they know
ghost glock, color peanut b-tter, why that b-tch jam
reasons why i’m humble, i wasn’t born onto a rich man
church days on sundays was catholic not a christian
i had demons talkin’ to me i f-cked up when i listen
this a true story, ain’t no allegories, ain’t no fiction
yeah i’m skinny but this glock will drop somebody who be liftin’
i had dreams of being rich ’til i woke up a quarter million
reminiscin’, k!ll a oppa whoever fit the description (aye)
red leaves fallin’ from the trees, look like blood drops
crucify him if i feel threatened cuz i won’t go for it
if he surviving any shots, we making love gone
but if he don’t call up the priest make him a ghost story

- mbnel

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