The Irishman Nicholas Craven (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro]
Nicholas Craven, what up?
Ghost time, yeah

[Verse]
Let me get it in order
Let me light up a quarter
It's the Ghost, when I rhyme it's like walking on water
I'm the sergeant of slaughter
I'm the president of pain (President)
You do what you order
If it takes for you to gain (That's what it takes)
We all gotta lose once in a while, can't win all the time
And I ain't prayin' enough, but sin all the time (Sin all the time)
And I ain't lyin' to you, cause I ain't lyin' to me
I'm a lock, so I got interest in findin' the key (Locks)
I ain't talkin' bout the white (Nah)
I'm talkin' bout the light that you get from your third eye when you know that it shines bright
And yeah, I'm lookin' up and I'm thinkin' of hindsight (I'm thinkin')
I reflect on the block; I was spent with the nine twice ('flect)
Know I'm on the list of the niggas that spit ill (You know)
And you don't cross me or you get you a split grill
When it dance, I'ma clap, I do it the windmill (I'ma clap)
And you just got [?], nigga I been real, Ghost

[Refrain: Styles P, Styles P]
Holiday style, you know the business
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
I'ma stay blunted and red, with one in the head
Call me S.P; bug over drug money, clappin' the D
Do it holiday style, you know the business
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
I'ma stay blunted and red, with one in the head
All I do is get high, and think of fading you all