Ghostwriting

I ain't talkin this I ain't talkin that
Kickin back while I'm spitting raps
Keep on rippin tracks when I spit a verse you hit the hurse you hear a click and clack
Got the formula like similac you can't get with that
Usin your left I use my right brain
Got migraines from shit that I've been thinkin and what I say
Migrate when your hear the lyrics and all my pain
Korn spike in my vein torn need a ice tray
I'll show up and I'll be gone in 60 seconds
If I blow up and I get on be calm and wish me blessings
Tryna get in heaven but my thoughts are always devilish no sentiment
Jump in front a bus to get a settlement
Eyes red and they're boutta pop out
I walk out to get em watchin I just whip my cock out
Brains all fried cause I've been stuck on this coach
When I got up I almost fainted so I had sit down

I said ghost writin
Flow bitin
Everyone's the same and I don't like it
Hoes fighting
Tryna get beside him but they're ain't even no damn room when I be riding

Like my old flow had to bring it back
All I hear is cappin not rappin but keep on singing that
I might get to snappin and slappin on every single fag
Pop em like a aspirin I'm askin is there a ring in that
If you don't like me then kill me
I don't want no help give a fuck if you feel me
I'm true to myself and my mind is so filthy
So send me to hell where the hoes that give chills be
I do what I want you do what you can
Pop a xan got you feelin up so you talk like the man
Said you wanted hands i washed em up I kept it spick and span
Keep a gun bet it ain't gone jam you hear a click then bam
But ain't no bullets when I pop off
I'm flowin like the ocean with potions burnin like hot sauce
Glidin like I'm coasting and floatin sizzle like pop rocks
Hittin to knock socks off spittin like I got shot

I said ghost writin
Flow bitin
Everyone's the same and I don't like it
Hoes fighting
Tryna get beside him but they're ain't even no damn room when I be riding

They wanna find out what I'm on so they could see just how I write this shit
Like pitbulls on the lawn they keep on barkin tryna bite at this
Park it let me hide the clip sparkin I could light a bic
Darkness I'm residing in chin knockin like a Tyson hit
Half the shit I'm sayin in records you have to look up
And when I start applyin the pressure bet I could cook up
Or probably write a book of evil thoughts unheard of
Piss me off I murda might ship you off to Smyrna
Stepped on like a land mine blow up at a bad time
Only want the cash signs decimals and pastimes
Flat lines won't give out chances matter of fact I'm
Past prime king of kings pulling strings it's a bad sign
In control like puppetry
Dare somebody fuck with me
Got my skill up luckily now suddenly I'm what you see
Up the heat bust a beat clutchin guns the drugs are free
Nothin fun from 1 to 3 but when I'm done I'll run the streets

I said ghost writin
Flow bitin
Everyone's the same and I don't like it
Hoes fighting
Tryna get beside him but they're ain't even no damn room when I be riding