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letra de the ghost - styles p

spend a day with the ghost baby
get the understandin’
i’m like a shadow

i’m the ghost of this sh-t for all the spirits i possess
all the voices i be hearin’, sh-t i’m feelin’ in my chest
i could ghost through your walls and flow through your soul
when it comes to the streets dog i give this sh-t my all and
if i’m not grabbin’ y’all, if you into signs then
i’m a sagittarius, the magician is my tarot card
david is my first name but love it if you break it down
i’m a real n-gga, i’m a hug you if you breakin’ down
styles is my last name meaning the expression of art
i guess why i’m just blessed with the heart
and they call me holiday, i’m a let the blanks fill in
i call myself that cause i was born on thanksgiving
11-28-74
sn-tch you, will i break bread with n-ggas that was ghetto or poor
p. short for peniro, that’s a mixture of robert and al
but i ain’t actin’ with a llama, i’m wild

here’s why they call me the ghost
i’m half alive, half dead, and when it’s beef i bring all of the toast
i’m the ghost of this sh-t, i provide you fluid
that’ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers

hey yo, i can see my son in my face
am i foul cause i pray when i’m high or with a gun on my waist
gots to ride for the criminals, die for the generals
my ghost’ll be around for my bicentennial
y’all better do the article
cause when i’m dead i ain’t really gon’ die, i’m gon’ break down to particles
probably too deep to blow
when i sleep i leave earth and come back, y’all can’t peep the ghost
it’s like i make n-ggas shiver and think
i’m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers’ll sink
and y’all n-ggas can’t walk with me, i’m on some different sh-t
i can’t explain it but i hear the clouds talk to me
it’s sort of like the weed in a dutch, you wouldn’t understand
so i stay quiet not leavin’ you much
it’s about time i even it up, i knock your spirit out
holiday to ghost gettin’ greasy as f-ck

i vow to hold my n-ggas down, bust my gun, pay the bail
get the weed, get the liquor, dog i’m just a l!ck of styles
lyrically i’m somethin’ else, hardest out of nothin’ else
before you think i’m b-tch you better all try to f-ck yourself
mr. paniro and, mixed with a pharoe and
got cold hearted when i started movin’ heroin
robbed more sh-t than billy the kid
you think you’re nicer than the p you the silliest kid
it’s like i’m better off poppin’ ya
when i flow i got a formula in styles sort of like a philosipher
y’all start borrowin’ lessons
cause rap without me is like the gods without the stars and the crescents
i don’t rap my n-ggas, i spit bars and baptize n-ggas
pull guns and k!ll half-sized n-ggas
you heard about the holy ghost and took it for lies
next time you see paniro just look in his eyes n-gga

- styles p

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