[Hook: GHOSTEMANE]
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Bitch, I'm gon' find ya (bitch, I'm gon' find ya, bitch, I'm gon' find ya)
Keep tryna run
Keep tryna hide
Bitch, you tired (bitch, you tired, bitch, you tired)
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Bitch, I'm gon' find ya (bitch, I'm gon' find ya, bitch, I'm gon' find ya)
Keep tryna run
Keep tryna hide
I can see you tired (I can see you tired)
[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Get in step (get in step)
What about the shit you was talkin' like you wanna make threats?
Put 'em up on a wooden cross and make 'em pay for their S-I-N
Now everybody's been eyein' the rise of a new gen, I
Hypnotize
If any wicked minds of kids who don't get a thing and they really loving they life
Until they listen to the K-R-double E-P in they speakers and then they get conscious
Ignore that shit that you read and you see in the media
Don't give a fuck 'bout you
Better quit your shit
Fuck around and end up on the front page of the post-Sunday
Keep on telling myself that I won't be a broke boy someday
Flick of the wrist
I'm flickin' the clit
Whatever
Keep your lights on with a full ass fridge
It's JGRXXN and the motherfucking GHOSTE at your window
Fighting your way is useless like a Kingdo
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Bitch, I'm gon' find ya (bitch, I'm gon' find ya, bitch, I'm gon' find ya)
Keep tryna run
Keep tryna hide
Bitch, you tired (bitch, you tired, bitch, you tired)
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Bitch, I'm gon' find ya (bitch, I'm gon' find ya, bitch, I'm gon' find ya)
Keep tryna run
Keep tryna hide
I can see you tired (I can see you tired)
[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Get in step (get in step)
What about the shit you was talkin' like you wanna make threats?
Put 'em up on a wooden cross and make 'em pay for their S-I-N
Now everybody's been eyein' the rise of a new gen, I
Hypnotize
If any wicked minds of kids who don't get a thing and they really loving they life
Until they listen to the K-R-double E-P in they speakers and then they get conscious
Ignore that shit that you read and you see in the media
Don't give a fuck 'bout you
Better quit your shit
Fuck around and end up on the front page of the post-Sunday
Keep on telling myself that I won't be a broke boy someday
Flick of the wrist
I'm flickin' the clit
Whatever
Keep your lights on with a full ass fridge
It's JGRXXN and the motherfucking GHOSTE at your window
Fighting your way is useless like a Kingdo
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