[Intro: DJ Unique]
This one's "Speed Demon"
Featuring Mercs, Lights and Calibar
[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Dom Perignon
I've got Chanel on the same vibe I've got Kerry on
Now they telling me they wanna buy water
I tell Unique sprinkle the beats in the Evian, we
Trynna go somewhere
That we ain't ever gone
I told Shorty it's never long
Skip this in the morn, chips in a restaurant, straight
To the hotel
I ain't sold no jeans to no girl
She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well
Plenty more fish in the sea and she a old girl
Me? I'm about my
Paper first and foremost
They all said that I was ugly
So I was getting money way before hoes, G
H-E double T-O
In a tinted black Benz with the seat low
Yeah, we've got the same whip
But are you a speed demon like me? No
East boy, South, filled E up
I be on the West side, tryna find Maria
Grinding so hard I've hardly had time to see her
First come my child, then come my career
I am obviously the sorta
Man that's got his priorities in order
Go ahead, ask me how I'm doing
Everyting's crisp like a variety of Walker's
Double-page spread, Evening Standard
I met a journalist that never twisted my words
And now it feels like the mainstream are speaking my language
Even though I'm hood and they live in the 'burbs
How you call yourself an artist
And you can't paint a picture with words?
How the fuck you gonna hate Ghetts
When I ain't even getting everything I deserve?
Somebody wake Mike from the dead
And tell that nigga I just written a verse
Play this by his grave and I've bet he returns
Have a nigga moonwalking, going sick in his urn
The good die young, the bad live and they learn
I'm in the hood, buying guns and I wish that I weren't
I'm with my nigga Lights and we eating well
Knife, fork, dinner is served
This one's "Speed Demon"
Featuring Mercs, Lights and Calibar
[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Dom Perignon
I've got Chanel on the same vibe I've got Kerry on
Now they telling me they wanna buy water
I tell Unique sprinkle the beats in the Evian, we
Trynna go somewhere
That we ain't ever gone
I told Shorty it's never long
Skip this in the morn, chips in a restaurant, straight
To the hotel
I ain't sold no jeans to no girl
She don't wanna give it to me? Oh well
Plenty more fish in the sea and she a old girl
Me? I'm about my
Paper first and foremost
They all said that I was ugly
So I was getting money way before hoes, G
H-E double T-O
In a tinted black Benz with the seat low
Yeah, we've got the same whip
But are you a speed demon like me? No
East boy, South, filled E up
I be on the West side, tryna find Maria
Grinding so hard I've hardly had time to see her
First come my child, then come my career
I am obviously the sorta
Man that's got his priorities in order
Go ahead, ask me how I'm doing
Everyting's crisp like a variety of Walker's
Double-page spread, Evening Standard
I met a journalist that never twisted my words
And now it feels like the mainstream are speaking my language
Even though I'm hood and they live in the 'burbs
How you call yourself an artist
And you can't paint a picture with words?
How the fuck you gonna hate Ghetts
When I ain't even getting everything I deserve?
Somebody wake Mike from the dead
And tell that nigga I just written a verse
Play this by his grave and I've bet he returns
Have a nigga moonwalking, going sick in his urn
The good die young, the bad live and they learn
I'm in the hood, buying guns and I wish that I weren't
I'm with my nigga Lights and we eating well
Knife, fork, dinner is served
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