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Ahh... today`s narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha...
This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
You might not believe it though
But fuck it, thats why I`m the ghost
(Styles)
I`m about to open up
Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
He said
(Cross)
Your gun is in the closet flippin
Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
(Styles)
So I went to the closet said Hammer what`s wrong with you?
(Sheek)
You ain`t busting me off, it`s like I don`t belong to you
(Styles)
I said I just beat a case daddy
And I`m trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
Then the hammer said
(Sheek)
Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
Tell me if the plan switchin
Cause we used to get around together
We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it`s now or never
(Styles)
I said hammer take it easy baby
Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
And all you gotta do is chill a while
And then the hammer said cool cuz you know that I feel you Styles
(Chorus: Styles)
I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me
(Styles)
My knife said to me
(Cross)
I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
(Styles)
And he get bright red for me
Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
I said Haze what the hell is up?
He said
(J-Hood)
You know how we do, you know that we crew
So where`s the vanilla dutch
(Styles)
Rolling something up,
Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
And holding something up
My haze said to me
(J-Hood)
You need to calm down when the rage come to you
`Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
But you don`t give a fuck
So just open up your book and let your page come to you
(Styles)
Even though I`m humble and noble
I don`t give a fuck
You ain`t tryin to hear me I`ma shoot through your mobile
It`s funny, I`ll stalk you
Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo `less your money start talking
(Chorus)
(Styles)
My money spoke to me
It said shit that if it wasn`t for his ass there wouldn`t be no hope for me
Money ain`t everything, and then he laughed at me
And said the hammer oughta blast at me
He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
Take a look at the cars and the crib
I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
