Ghost in a shell

By MIKE

On WINTER NEW YORK

Released on December 22, 2015

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[Verse 1: Medhane]

And I got my head straight

Dropped off the dead weight

See the pawns in this chess game, declare I'm the king

It's clear I'm the king

It's obvious I got a lotta dreams for the team

Been a fiend for this cream, for I fiend for this weed

Tell 'em keep this beat if you can't keep up

Always on my feet so these niggas can't compete

Niggas accept defeat, hide up under their sheets

I'll accept the fees for how I'm doin' these beats

It's the movement of street

See the traffic increase, but I strung all my way through

Fucked up when I phase through

In an hour, what that eighth do?

(?), but I be feelin' like I lost it

Like I lost it, in a dumpster where my mind wandered

I fucked up my karma and now it ain't no breaks

Closer to the W with every L I face

So I'm burnin' and learnin'

Rap shit like a garden full of serpents

I'm callin' closed curtains, tell 'em times up

And tell these niggas get they lines up

Couldn't spot you in a line-up with six other niggas

High as antenna

Tryna get chips, I'mma sip on the liquor

Pick up the liquor, gonna show that he iller


[Chorus]

Fuck all these niggas until my lungs pop

See me, what I bang put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Y'all fold, I will not

Yeah, fall I will not

See me, what I bang put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Just wanna piss in a gold pot

Y'all fold, I will not

Yeah, fall I will not

You see what I bang, put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Just wanna piss in a gold pot

Just wanna piss in a gold pot, ayy


[Verse 2: MIKE]

My hair fallin' out

My emotions like the niggas who I talk around

Till' the minimum

I don't speak my problems, I be coughin' out the synonyms

MIKEY been a problem since a miniature

Day to day want the heat, but dishin' out the Indica

MIKEY always buggin', always plannin' somethin' sinister

I feel lucky when I'm dishin' the perimeter

Rigid when ya bitchin', but your vision isn't linear

I been servin' since Forest was a Whitaker

This shit (?) if you (?) for a minute

Ya made more but ya (?)

Only see it by ya side, it's like you're Horus in division

Divided by my folks as they order me in prison

The nine in my holder so I can coordinate my wisdom

And they want the more of me that's hidden

The pressure put me down and shape my origin when spittin'


[Chorus]

Fuck all these niggas until my lungs pop

See me, what I bang put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Y'all fold, I will not

Yeah, fall I will not

See me, what I bang put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Just wanna piss in a gold pot

Y'all fold, I will not

Yeah, fall I will not

You see what I bang, put the team on the top

Need all that shit that they got

Just wanna piss in a gold pot

Just wanna piss in a gold pot, ayy