Ghosts MBNel

[Intro]
(Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon)

[Verse]
Heavenly Father, give me strength to see the snakes
'Cause I've been givin' back to folks when all they ever did was take
I was fillin' up dinner plates just makin' sure that we ate
All I wanted back was a crumb, but they ate that shit in my face
Took it for granted, Lord, that's something I ain't understandin'
Why does everything I love always turn around, leave me damaged?
I can't stand it, and every time, I wanna leave this planet
Drug addiction, please don't judge me, it's my way for me to manage
You tellin' me you love me? Then come prove it
I'm from a place where showin' heart is a weakness, you might just lose it
Has your mama ever told you you was useless?
We keep a gun 'cause if we don't, we could just die if we don't use it
And stop sayin' that I rap, bitch, I do music
And you don't see the real you 'til you fall off and start losin'
Get the squares by my circle, don't fit in like in a Rubik's
Been ahead of the DAs, I just let 'em think that I'm stupid
Livin' life like we ruthless
Apologizin' to my daughter mother
I know you sick 'cause all the shit that I'm involvin' us in
And I ain't plan to have my daughter, I forever got her
But if somebody ever play, shit comes with repercussions
Ain't really bustin', shootin' houses ain't really a score
And I was taught to wait outside 'til he open the door
And you ain't really getting bread 'cause he touchin' lil' toast
The fuck I look like, ridin' waves? Bitch, I'm drivin' the boat
We gon' creep up on him and turn him a ghost
Ashes of hella dead opps, this ain't za that we smoke
Instagram disses fun and games 'cause he died 'cause a joke
Fuck that back and forth, ask the police 'bout the shit that they know
Ghost Glock, color peanut butter, why that bitch jam?
Reasons why I'm humble, I wasn't born into a rich man
Church days on Sundays, was Catholic, not a Christian
I had demons talkin' to me, I fucked up when I listened
This a true story, ain't no allegories, ain't no fiction
Yeah, I'm skinny, but this Glock will drop somebody who be liftin'
I had dreams of being rich 'til I woke up a quarter million
Reminiscin', kill a opper, whoever fit the description (Ayy)
Red leaves fallin' from the trees look like blood drops
Crucify him if I feel threatened 'cause I won't go for it
If he survivin' any shots, we make him love God
But if he don't call up the priest, make him a ghost story