[Verse 1: Nino Graye]
This is the ghost, so lets work up the pro
Known for spittin it cold as my brain frigid and flows
Shown the skills and they're honed
Appeal and I'm still in it so
I'm hospital television, get it
Ill and it shows
Greater villain of poems spillin
Come home and lay chillin' a throne
Lay waste to the half steppers
I will if you won't
Brandish rhymes
Expands your mind 'til it implodes
Why do you torture the game?
For the thrill of it, yo
Go from giving 'em life raps to killin' it slow
High caliber spittin' rhymes 9 mil for a throw
Watch your steps when he givin'
You legitimate quotes
I had to walk on water ya'll are still in a boat
See the game is half empty but we fillin' it though
Tap the reservoirs
Understand we hit more than gold
Tell the people in the building to go
Give it a go, Nino Graye
Over and out
This is the flow forever
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