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Spend a day with the ghost baby
Get the understandin`
I`m like a shadow
I`m the ghost of this shit for all the spirits I possess
All the voices I be hearin`, shit 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 shit my all and
If I`m not grabbin` y`all, lift you in a sign then
I`m a Sagitarius, the magician is my tarot card
David is my first name but love it if you break it down
I`m a real nigga, I`m a hug you if you break it 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
Snatch you, will I break bread with niggas that was ghetto or poor
P. short for Paniro, that`s a mixture of Robert or 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 shit, 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 niggas shiver and think
I`m so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers`ll sink
And y`all niggas can`t walk with me, I`m on some different shit
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 fuck
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 shit, I provide you fluid
That`ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers
I vow to hold my niggas down, bust my gun, pay the bail
Get the weed, get the liquor, dog I`m just a lick of styles
Lyrically I`m somethin` else, hardest out of nothin` else
Before you think I`m bitch you better all try to fuck yourself
Mr. Paniro and, mixed with a pharoe and
Got cold hearted when I started movin` heroin
Robbed more shit 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 niggas, I spit bars and baptize niggas
Pull guns and kill half-sized niggas
You heard about the Holy Ghost and took it for lies
Next time you see Paniro just look in his eyes nigga
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 shit, I provide you fluid
That`ll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers
