Top Songs By Ghostface600
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface600
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ghostface600
Composer
Kazza Beats
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghostface600
Mixing Engineer
Kazza Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Kazza)
[Verse 2]
600
[Verse 3]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten I got my blee
'Cause I ain't slipping
Rather do a twenty-three
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east
How many days, yeah, how many days?
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah
[Verse 4]
I had nothing from the start, eh
I lost my brother, where you now?
But I paint no love
Oh lord, no love, no love
Yeah, looking at these pics
And I'm beefing **** from froze
Now I'm tryna kill him, I swear he used to be bro
I guess it is what it is
Guess that ****'s gotta go
How they dissing me? I put these **** on the stove
Just a rapper with some melodies and flow
Put me in your song and I'll be coming at your throat
I'll have hittas at your home, green light, that's a go
Money on your dome, I'll pay for these souls
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
If I stand by, yeah
I can't stand by, yeah
You get your hands tied
[Verse 5]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten I got my blee
'Cause I ain't slipping
Rather do a twenty-three
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east
How many days, yeah, how many days?
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah
[Verse 6]
They're just hating, they're hating 'cause I done it
They're hating cah I come back
And, just, they can't do it, like, d'you know'm sayin'?
[Verse 7]
I'm tryna vibes
Baddie with me
Smoking my Cali'
Ride with this mask
My ****, yeah, that's the bally
More than my mother see
I'm close with this rammy
Yeah, 'cause I got clothes for the alley
Talkin' fiends, yeah, talkin' fiends, yeah
Life ain't sweet
Imagine rolling with a knife in your jeans
'Cause **** want your life on these streets, yeah
Why these **** want more? Yeah
Why these **** want more?
600, yeah, I be down for the cause
I got bine for a bitch in this war
[Verse 8]
I'm on the same shit
Nine out of ten I got my blee
'Cause I ain't slipping
Rather do a twenty-three
I've lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I've lost my trust in Allah, so I don't pray to the east
How many days, yeah, how many days?
Hell raised, so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage, yeah
Written by: Ghostface600, Kazza Beats