Real Ghostly - Styles P, The Evil Genius DJ Green Lantern

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Description of my existence, real ghostly

I’m forever spittin, you is never spittin

If my man gonna ride I’m gonna set it with him

If ya man gonna die, you gettin deaded with him

When you hear my verses, it was never written

And If you don’t like my shit, don’t never listen

But if you tuned in, make room then

Guns in every closet, even the one the brooms in

Just like them cameras, see that money and zoom in

Get it, then I zoom out

And they think I’m blowin' smoke out

I’m really blowin' fumes out, howl when the moons out

It’s the alpha male, is my brain locked up or is it out on bail

Am I free yet?

Can I see yet?

You don’t understand you really ain’t a G yet

I’m a gentleman, I’ll leave you tremblin'

Rememberin the gremlins, the guns need assemblin'

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Sort of like the ancient Egyptians

I could move objects without liftin', so gifted

Still keep the spliff and the smithon

Never cross me like a Christian

There’s no distance far enough to stop my persistence

Like for instance, I use my motherfuckin' instincts

Me, my gun, my knife, always stay in sync

I know shit stinks, but keep ya nose up

Me, I hold the block like the belt hold ya clothes up

I see his head down, and his toes up

They’ll plant him, but he never grows up

You don’t wanna stumble now, it’s a jungle now

Large ain’t big enough, headed for humongous now

And If you head up, they’ll gun you down

They don’t give a fuck if ya daughter or ya son around

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Mind stay zoned out, on the plane like I flown out

Gun game, who got blown out

Drug game, get ya car and ya home out

Cause the streets take the motherfuckin' toll out

And Let a little bit of soul out, I’m tryna roll out

With a lot of cash to hold out

Cause I know bout what I know bout, nigga no doubt

My whole life I went the dough route

Description of my existence, real ghostly

Description of my existence, real ghostly