Total Concentration Ghosts in the Room (Ft. Future, Kerser & Young Buck)

[Intro: Young Buck]
Ayy, Kerser, what up homie?
I tell my bitch just be patient

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Nah, fuck that, I tell my bitch take the vacation
Take her family with her and lace 'em (go 'head)
What I’m doing in these streets
I need total concentration
She know how much time I’m facing, she just say that she just looking now
She know how I feel about them messy bitches at my house
I don’t need no middleman, I let my junkies test it out
So much coke in this compartment, got my driver stressin' out
You have no idea how many ounces I’ve been stretching now
All these niggas owe me rent, I can’t wait to catch 'em out
Bitches talking shit on tour, they can’t wait to see what this ‘bout
I take everything seri', can’t play me with your mouth
I make sure that they hear us, I don’t talk behind no backs
I don’t go for disrespect and I don’t play ‘bout moving they sack, that’s a fact

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for
A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)
I pull up in this spaceship and it's paid for (work)
A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)