[Verse 1: Styles P]

Fuck you and fuck all them

If you don't like me then load up and bust off then

That was me like a dime ago, now I'm cool my nigga

Learned all of the places his baby mama go

A bullet in blood is all that I'ma know

Kill all these niggas is all the drama know

Me? I throw the peace sign, violate my nigga

I shoot everything up, even the street sign

Welfare, section eight, fuck that shit

It feel good headin' to the loft clutchin' fifth

Where I'm from your insurance policy is your gun and the coke pack

Never go to sleep where they woke at

Walk in your sleep or talk in your sleep

Me? I rhyme and run and get it off in the streets

What would an angel offer a beast?

I'm hopin' death in the form of a song that is deep

Ghost

[Chorus: Whispers]

I grew up on welfare, starved

Sugar water, syrup sandwiches, just to eat (Just to eat)

I never had healthcare, naw

Just a pistol on the waist for the beef (Load up)

Naw, nigga you can't stop me, no (Can't stop it, no)

If it's a war then you gotta go (Gotta go)

Bet I pull up to your block, hang that shit right out the window yelling, "Blagh blagh, adiós!"

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Couple niggas wanna body Ghost

Catch that ass slippin' let it ring then its adiós

Yellin' capicu playing Dominoes

With the cartels deep down in el barrio

That mo rental had Montego though

Now he sellin' juice independent but he major though

Don't you ever try to play him though

Your body's like a song that he can't wait to lay it though

Hand guns and rifles in the mix

When your cipher got the shit and them others niggas don't

Then you gotta do shit that them others niggas won't

Yeah, it's trifle in the mix you and your brother on the hunt

Pray to God they get home

If the Feds in the city, we switch phones

Niggas hit up the lab and spit poems

Nigga, we gettin' wealthy and gettin' stoned

Ghost

[Chorus: Whispers]

I grew up on welfare, starved

Sugar water, syrup sandwiches, just to eat (Just to eat)

I never had healthcare, naw

Just a pistol on the waist for the beef (Load up)

Naw, nigga you can't stop me, no (Can't stop it, no)

If it's a war then you gotta go (Gotta go)

Bet I pull up to your block, hang that shit right out the window yelling, "Blagh blagh, adiós!"

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Sugar water and a syrup sandwich

A little bullet gain a big advantage

Yeah, I'm black but my nigga Spanish

We gon' do damage, catch the lick then we tryna' vanish

Downtown I'm a heavy swinger

My gun go, "Blagh blagh," like a Reggae singer

That joint heavy in the Chevy but you bet I bring her

There's gon' be a lot of blood, bring a set of cleaners

Known in Mecha, Medina, and Medellín, An O.G. known all over the globe

They say life is a gamble but you ain't bet a thing

You said you goin' to war but you ain't dead a thing

Yeah, I been to jail but never said a thing

Ghost

[Chorus: Whispers]

I grew up on welfare, starved

Sugar water, syrup sandwiches, just to eat (Just to eat)

I never had healthcare, naw

Just a pistol on the waist for the beef (Load up)

Naw, nigga you can't stop me, no (Can't stop it, no)

If it's a war then you gotta go (Gotta go)

Bet I pull up to your block, hang that shit right out the window yelling, "Blagh blagh, adiós!"