[Hook]

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

[Verse 1]

Pickin' me a winner

Picky hair an’ I was a little bit thinner

3310 with a customised ringer

I was tryna holla at Lavinia but she weren’t ina

Cos I was a sinner, thought I was a minger

Never had a Bimmer

Rollin’ through the ends on a stolen aprillia

Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver for a free dinner

Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner, never was a singer

I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner

Wagwan killer, yeah, that’s my nigga

Talk about race but it's just way bigger

I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter

Done with the jibba, cry me a river

Say it to my face or say it to my trigger

You go figure, or reconsider, Indian giver

Lookin’ for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla

And she can bring a Indian with her

I just want a bosom for a pillow

An’ I got a little bit o' skrilla

We can get a boat and we can get a villa

Or we can be on South Beach ruining your liver

All killer, no filler

[Pre-Hook]

I don’t wanna brag or boast

I don’t cater and I don’t host

When they ask what I do I say I do the most

Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed

Don’t pose and I do not post

And that’s why these girls wanna play me

[Hook]

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

[Verse 2]

They ain't put food on my table, I rock the cradle

Big dirty stinkin’ logo I rock the label

I’ve been doin’ this since cable

I was on the graveyard shift in the studio

Only popped out for a salt beef bagel

I was on the roads when it was unstable

I’m not an angel, beef had more than a plate full

But I ain’t hateful, born in the 80s, year of the 8 ball

Come back 18, could've been a facial, would've been painful

Raised in the 90s, it was still racial, bloody disgraceful

Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful

Talk about grime like I ain’t a staple

I was on the mic when you was in play-school

Stabbed six times yo it could have been fateful

Would have been 6 foot deep

On my bredrin’s T-shirt lookin’ distasteful

Would have been wasteful

Never would have seen the Caribbean in April

Shackin’ up with Rachel, givin’ her a face-full

Never would have been seven figures deep

Walkin’ down the street with a gorgeous freak in a chief

Screamin’ "come out the way fool"

[Pre-Hook]

I don’t wanna brag or boast

I don’t cater and I don’t host

When they ask what I do I say I do the most

Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed

Don’t pose and I do not post

And that’s why these girls wanna play me

[Hook]

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost don’t pose and I don’t post

Close, close, wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost