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The Alchemist

94' Ghost Shit

 

94' Ghost Shit


[Conway:]
Look, look, look
I can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable
Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop, when I'm popping the K in you
No matter what God you're praying to, I'm not gon' play with you
This shit is not for radio, I'm not complaining though
Still heading to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable
Free them niggas locked in cages who was getting blocks of yayo through
Them the niggas I dropped my pagers to
Them young niggas with 30 shot Glocks to flame at you
Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few
Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playing crazy but them niggas not the same as you
Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
Bitch, I got AKs, I'm spraying boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed up rap nigga was talking reckless
On the internet and shit, that kinda shit I don't respect it
Tell you once, leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk you through 'jects, punch in your chin while you necking
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and paroles
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fucking wrist tryna get your Rollie
Them bitch niggas know me, ha

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (even steer, skrt)
Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)
Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)

[Conway:]
I get the shottie from the drawer (talk to 'em)
Uh, another body finna fall
I move the product to the zombies in the hall
Aim good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in the wall
I put buck fifties on the side of niggas' jaws
They don't want problems at all, I know a lot of niggas saw, uh
I gotta be a boss, rocking Prada in the mall
Knot in my pocket I got from flipping raw, uh
Whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh
Shit on my wrist costs a brick plus
Fif' tucked, run up on me get your shit bust
Hit six plus times, got you zipped up
Black bag that, your body like my last track
I turn my hat back, my youngin popping at your dad hat
That's facts, I had to bag crack just to have racks
Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast tracks
Had straps hid under the porch and where the trash at
Jack boys kick your door down, where the cash at?
Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat
Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (even steer, skrt)
Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)
Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)

When these come out, Ronnie?
My PS smelling like a pissy lobby
These niggas on some ho shit
Stocking on my face on some '94 Ghost shit
Stocking on my face, nigga (face, nigga)
On some '94 Ghost shit (Ghost shit)

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