Ghost

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

Don't pose and I don't post

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

Picking me a winner

Picky hair when I was a little bit thinner

3310 with a customized ringer

I was tryna holler at Lavinia

But she wasn't ina

'Cause I was a sinner

Thought I was a minger, never had a Beamer

Rollin' through the ends on a stolen Aprilia

Waitin' for the Domino's guy to deliver

For a free dinner

Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner

Never was a singer

I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner

Wagwan killer

Yeah, that's my ****

Talk about race but it's just way bigger

I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter

Done with the jibba

Cry me a river

Say it to my face or say it to my trigger

You go figure

Or reconsider

Indian giver

Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla

And she can bring an Indian with her

I just want a bosom for a pillow

And I got a little bit o' scrilla

We can get a boat and we can get a villa

Or we can be on South Beach, real **** liver

All killer, no filler

I don't wanna brag or boast

I don't cater and I don't host

But when they ask what I do

I say I do the most

Then I get ghost

On the coast like I am supposed

Don't pose and I do not post

And that's why these girls wanna try and play me

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

Don't pose and I don't post

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

They ain't put food on my table

I rock the cradle

Big dirty stinkin' logo

I rock the label

I've been doin' this since cable

I was on the graveyard shift in the studio

Only popped out for a salt beef bagel

I was on the roads when it was unstable

I'm not an angel

Beef had more than a plateful

But I ain't hateful

Born in the '80s, year of the able

Come back eighteen, coulda been a facial

Woulda been painful

Raised in the '90s

It was still racial

Bloody disgraceful

Why these youths so bloody ungrateful

Talk about grime like I ain't a staple

I'm was on the mic when you was in playschool

Stabbed six times, yo, it coulda been fateful

Woulda been six foot deep on my bredrin's t-shirt

Lookin' distasteful

Woulda been wasteful

Never woulda seen the Caribbean in April

Shackin' up with Rachel

Givin' her a faceful

Never woulda been seven figures deep

Walkin' down the street

With a gorgeous freak in a chief

Screamin', come out the way, fool

I don't wanna brag or boast

I don't cater and I don't host

But when they ask what I do

I say I do the most

Then I get ghost

On the coast like I am supposed

Don't pose and I do not post

And that's why these girls wanna try and play me

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost

Don't pose and I don't post

Close, close

Wanna get close on the coast

Ghost, ghost