[Verse 1]

The Ghost is deeper than most is

Leave out the house grab the toaster, stuck in the sofa

Pop in the clip, hop in the whip

Tryna get the last drop 'fore it drip

Hoody tied, any hood he ride

Fall back get good and high

Where the phone at, next to the cognac

Bring your chrome at wherever you bone at, it's on, Black

But you should've known that

I hit a dutch, hit another one and rip a clutch

I get your block blickied up, bitch nigga what

It feel good to hit a real hood

I could then and I still could

Cause my 9-mil is real good

I'm coming for you then I'm gunning for you

I don't get blunted with you get hundreds with you

Bitch nigga I'mma kill you if I want it with you

You can join on the list and get your number issued

[Talking]

You know my main problem in life, is being too hungry

I stay focused nigga. I'm on top of my game

[Verse 2]

Catch me where the haze is sticky like gum is

The guns is louder than thunder

You can get rained on, depending what cloud that you under

Ain't nothing fouler than hunger, I wonder

About a lot of shit, you ever shot a clip or got a brick?

Me I did a lot of shit

But no scholarship

Give a crackhead the keys, let him polish it

Street life, don't abolish it

They breaking rules now, making ratting seem cool now

You should bat the fucking fool down

Learned the game from a old timer

Big money made the hoes finer

Why you think he sold china? I could dig it like a gold miner

I ain't lame and I can't forget the game with Alzheimer's

This is SP the Ghost

Puffing on a bone, when I zone it affects me the most

[Talking]

I'm passionate about what I do. The streets affects me

In a very major way. I'm close to the concrete. I believe

What I say

[Verse 3]

Pocket full of DPs, honey from DC

Cayenne with the TV, living is easy

Back in sixth grade, who would believe me

Switchblade crazy wear my clothes looking greasy

Now I'm the boss of the bosses

If you think you married to the streets

I could make you divorce it

Always hear me speak on the Porsches

I think it's the horses, and how it zig-zag on the courses

Big bags of money, try grabbing a fortune

The wheel get real, gotta spin it with caution

I ain't really into the flossing

I'mma stay dark, follow you home, get into your portion

The guns on fire like stovetops

I think you on the road to perdition

And, here's where the road stop

I ain't tryna fall, I just want it all

Why'on't you let me get the ball, I'mma show you the globetrot

[Outro]

Everybody need a turn. This time is mines. And if I fail

This time, I be up at bat again and again and again and again...

Sometimes you gotta accept where you coming from. But matter

Fact, fuck that. I'm kicking down the door. I'm on your ass

Niggas. Watch me. SP the Ghost