GHOST

I’m wide awake

Ghosts in the room

Ghosts in the room

Ghosts in the room

I’m wide awake

Ghosts in the room

Ghosts in the room

Ghosts in the room

We gon’ blow smoke ‘til your eyes can’t see

Fill the old foes with envy

Now the spotlight shine on me

Need my sevens in a row like Brady

Got my wings spread too wide

Married to the money like a trap queen

Lot of thoughts that I been keepin’ on the west side

Now my skin burn up in the spotlight

Foes so mad they a far cry

Green rooms filling up with coke lines

Only way to take another long night

Streetlight views turned to penthouse suites

But I’m still sinning reppin’ for that low life

New money rich living

Got the whole team with me

I need all my bitches sittin’ on the courtside

My team gassing me up; we on fire

Suits tryna buy they slice; it’s all talk

Fake friends turn into snakes on my throne

Praying that I slip atop the tight rope

Wishing they could build a clone

But ain’ no one got the spice like me

They ain’ ever put in nights like me

Lookin sexy with the racks on me

Fuck the game until the tank’s on E

Find me in the west side living

Whip’s all tinted

Queens all round me like a checkmate

Pop another X I feel it

Can’t stop sinning

Fuck ya’ll living by the red tape

All of my accounts start filling

Shit’s so appealing

Pockets looking like the rubber band man

Spiderman shit; no ceilings

Beating up villains

Fuck politicking with the sandman

I’m wide awake

I’m runnin’ it up, right now (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (ghosts in the room)

Run it up (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (I’m wide awake)

Runnin’ it up, right now (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (ghosts in the room)

Ghosts in the room

We gon’ blow smoke ‘til your eyes can’t see

Fill the old foes with envy

Now the spotlight shine on me

Need my sevens in a row like Brady

Got my wings spread too wide

Married to the money like a trap queen

Lot of thoughts that I been keepin’ on the west side

Now my skin burn up in the spotlight

Foes so mad they a far cry

Green rooms filling up with coke lines

Only way to take another long night

Streetlight views turned to penthouse suites

But I’m still sinning reppin’ for that low life

New money rich living

Got the whole team with me

I need all my bitches sittin’ on the courtside

I’m runnin’ it up, right now

Runnin’ it up high

Run it up

Runnin’ it up high

Runnin’ it up, right now

Runnin’ it up high

Find me in the west side living

Whip’s all tinted

Queens all round me like a checkmate

Pop another X I feel it

Can’t stop sinning

Fuck ya’ll living by the red tape

All of my accounts start filling

Shit’s so appealing

Pockets looking like the rubber band man

Spiderman shit; no ceilings

Beating up villains

Fuck politicking with the sandman

I’m wide awake

I’m runnin’ it up, right now (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (ghosts in the room)

Run it up (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (I’m wide awake)

Runnin’ it up, right now (ghosts in the room)

Runnin’ it up high (ghosts in the room)

Ghosts in the room

We gon’ blow smoke ‘til your eyes can’t see

Fill the old foes with envy

Now the spotlight shine on me

Need my sevens in a row like Brady

Got my wings spread too wide

Married to the money like a trap queen

Lot of thoughts that I been keepin’ on the west side