[Intro: 187 Family]

Tanqueray up in my system

Got me on some devil shit

My eyes are bloodshot red

I'm hearing voices in my fucking head

Tanqueray up in my system

Got me on some devil shit

My eyes are bloodshot red

I'm hearing voices in my fucking head

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]

Back up in the motherfucking cut

Young Ghoste OT, with them all gold teeth

Talk a lot of shit but you're sucking my dick, lowkey

Straight bumping my tape til you sleep

All I really do is meditate till I make it to the plane

Solo, stay away from me

I don't need a motherfucker tellin' me shit bout shit

Been alone since seventeen

Tell me to get out the shit I be spitting that's been done before

I don't see competition so I keep on depicting

They cuppin' they nuts, big buck teeth like a young King Tut

Schema the posse, I put it on my stone in a cemetery

Whether you bury me or scatter my ashes, you a punk, bitch

If you ain't down with the K-R-double E-P like all of the masses, hoe

[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]

Pussy boy don't want beef

Pussy boy, pussy boy don't want war

Pussy boy, pussy boy ain't bout shit

But that pussy boy always gon' ask you for more

Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know me

Pussy boy, pussy boy don't know Ghoste, oh

I'm scheming your hoe, I'm deep in her throat

You wifing that bitch well I piped her for show and I pull up on stunt

Smoking on some, come on the nun

Lace my blow with a bump then I stare at the sun

Loaded my gun, my mind feeling numb

Think my time it has come, I inspire it my use

Sick and tired of the truth, left my soul separated, required a proof

Reincarnate the curse, I'm shackled to dust

The product of sin, ain't no God I can trust (Bitch)

[Chorus: GHOSTEMANE & 187 Family]

Tanqueray up in my system

Got me on some devil shit

My eyes are bloodshot red

I'm hearing voices in my fucking head

Tanqueray up in my system

Got me on some devil shit

My eyes are bloodshot red

I'm hearing voices in my fucking head