[Intro]

Hardest nigga

Salute

G'd Up

Ghost

[Verse]

Ignorant niggerish, holiday shooting at the cigarette

While the shit is lit in yo mouth

And you gotta be kidding me nigga

I’m like an Italy nigga

On some mob shit, figure me out

Can’t stop me, I’m Luca Brasi

From the book, not the picture though

You ain’t choking me, I keep the nickeload

The Kansas made for Nicolo and me too

Lighting weed that's way greener than pea soup

Wronger than the oil from the tea tree

Staying alive, playing the Bee Gees

Nigga take it easy

And my new name is D RAH

Hard spelled backwards If you soft pray to Isa

I’m a genius and a retard

Just the other day I stopped to piss onto D's car

You sweet and your heart pump Kool Aid

Block might take off yo top, like it’s a toupe

Probly blowing booty, mixed with the sour

Riff right now will get you clipped in a hour

If it’s 1 that’s 2, get hit with the 3, 4 times

5 star General coming through (Do the math!)

S P the ghost and Scram Jones

You don’t want your brains on your man's phones

You don’t want my niggas in your fam’s home

Won’t see shit like you caught up in a sandstorm

[Outro]

SS S P the ghost

5 star general, you die if you try me

Now I'm getting any nigga in the city murdered

SS S P the ghost

Wasn’t me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard

Motherfucker, this is beast music

All these rappers is food, I feast to it