Nobody Believes Me (feat. Sheek Louch, Cross & J-Hood)

Today's narrator, the Ghost

This is a true story ladies and gentlemen

You might not believe it though

It never was fun enough, that's why I'm the Ghost

I'm about to open up

Listen

One day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up

He said, your gun is in the closet flipping

Talking 'bout I get the most action, he about to soak me up

So I went to the closet and said

Hammer, what's wrong with you?

You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you

I said I just beat a case, daddy

And I'm trying to take it easy 'cause I gotta move this weight, daddy

Then the hammer said

Man listen, use the knife twice in a row

Tell me if the plan switching

'Cause we used to get around together

We used to put **** down together

Tell me if it's now or never

I said, hammer take it easy, baby

'Cause I got **** to kill and I would never do you greasy, baby

And all you gotta do is chill a while

And then the hammer said

Cool, 'cause you know that I feel you, Styles

I got a story to tell, my knife talked to me

But nobody believe that my knife talk to me

I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me

But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me

I got a story to tell, my haze talked to me

But nobody believe that my haze talk to me

I got a story to tell, my money talked to me

But nobody believe that my money talk to me

My knife said to me

I hawk **** down, bust arteries

And he get bright red for me

Knife you my **** but leave me alone

I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone

I said, Haze, what the hell is up?

He said, you know how we do

You know that we crew

So where's the vanilla dutch

Rolling something up

Thinking about killing every rapper in the game

And holding something up

My Haze said to me

You need to calm down when the rage come to you

'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you

But you don't give a fuck

So just open up your book and let your page come to you

Even though I'm humble and noble

I don't give a fuck

You ain't trying to hear me I'ma shoot through your mobile

It's funny, I was walking

Hold up my ****, it ain't a convo unless your money start talking

I got a story to tell, my knife talked to me

But nobody believe that my knife talk to me

I got a story to tell, my hammer talked to me

But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me

I got a story to tell, my haze talked to me

But nobody believe that my haze talk to me

I got a story to tell, my money talked to me

But nobody believe that my money talk to me

My money spoke to me

And said, shit, that if it wasn't for his ass

There wouldn't be no hope for me

Money ain't everything

And then he laughed at me

And said the hammer outa blast at me

He said I got you out of jail

Paid for the lawyer and bail

Take a look at the cars and the crib

I keep the clothes on your back

Food in your mouth

Even paid for the birds when you moved **** south

Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping

Let a **** try to stop something

D block'll pop something

And I'm the reason why you ride or die

Keep a lot of me by your side

Shoot **** in the eye

I said money, you the root of evil

How they print, in God we trust

Knowing what you do to people

But I'm a hard felon

So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody, 'cause I heard my car yelling

I got a story to tell, my knife talked to me

But nobody believe that my knife talk to me

I got a story to tell, my hammer talked to me

But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me

I got a story to tell, my haze talked to me

But nobody believe that my haze talk to me

I got a story to tell, my money talked to me

But nobody believe that my money talk to me