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[Intro:]
Yeah
Ghost
Now whaddup?
I’m on my Balkin joint flow you know
[Dub: Music by HarryFraud]

[Verse 1:]
If you ballin then pass the ball off
I promise to God that even the angel falls off
I might be in tune with the sun and the moon
But I ain’t slipping on some shit like ain’t a gun in the room
Probably burning some frankincense
Gritty version of Frankenstein
Rockers didn’t make me
The streets did
I made the grind
I’m probably reciting Jada lines
Newish lines, Jet star blade in ma gooseline
Sitting on the balcony
Lounging at the Ritz
Guerilla nigga
I can hear the sounds in the mist
Tell em consigliere leave the burner wid consierge
Take from under the stairs cause niggas taking the [?]
I even know Blanco the one who sent Frank
And the cussing Columbians just looking to buy a bank
Me I’m just chillin just looking to buy a bank
Constrainin the stank that’s leaving my mind blank
Live through the worst
Prayers through the best
Drinks in the system
Smoke in the air for the stress