[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]

Young Cobain with a XLT

In the back of the red Marquis

Got a pretty brunette tied up with a gag in her mouth but I'm making sure she can breathe

That's on me

White ghost with a "e"

You bumping my shit while disturbing the peace

Every bad thing that you ever let cross your brain

See I make it reality

Remember that dang bitch want sympathy

You get none from me

Talk shit then you wanna be tight with me

Only thing that you finna get is lead, homie

But ole JGRXXN run up in your crib with a ski mask on

With a red magnum in your fucking desk

Schema the team

RIP to the "used to be's" and the "trying to be's"

[Verse 2: JGRXXN]

GHOSTE

Pass me the Glock

Drive by in the schema on the bus, full of funk

You can see the red beam

Fuck you boys mean?

I'm aiming at your back

Watch it exit out your spleen, homie

Damn

Could it be he?

That was bumping your gums

Talking about you got the chips

You ran up on the crust

So your ass got touched

The Schemaposse in the house

Those chains better be on tight

That Schema shit