Jakkah - I Don't Believe in Ghosts Lyrics

You want smoke? I’m a factory
Im tired of people scoffing and turning they back to me
Imma win, by any means, even if I gotta slaughter, go even ever harder
I’m breaking the limit, but imma still go farther like
What’s up man?
Put you in the air like the Jumpman
You gon' see the madness inside of me firsthand
Charged up like a battery
I just might
Charge up and lay the battery
Trust my vertical stomp will lay you laterally
Don’t be actin silly, don’t pretend you ever mattered to me
I don’t really, pay attention to anything that you doin'
So best get up off my jock-strap before I leave you ruined, ruthless
I don’t think you too intuitive, you way too basic, so just face it
You ain’t punitive, you impudent and too stupid to understand what’s obvious
Every time you hear something, you just wanna copy it
That diss took you 5 days, and it’s worse than mine
Got that next-day clap back
Match my grind
Better keep your lips shut
And don’t get it mixed up
Cause you a kitten, I’m a samurai
Too easy
You wanna get on my level?
You gon' die trying, I’ll supply you with the shovel
You ain’t with the rappity-fast rap
Or bars with the backpacks, what’s left will be ashes and rubble
“Ghost” prolly wasn’t the best thing to name yourself
I could murk you in 888 ways
Maybe that would stop you from riding my wave
At least this time, I’m gonna get paid, ha
Honestly
I don’t get it with you
Still saying “R.I.P.”, but I’m better than you
Still promoting the diss after I dead it with you
Really bro? Like you got nothing better to do?
G.I Joe, you a snake, like that cobra dude
Said you did it for the clout, but sill lack the views
Even before I dropped my remix, it was quiet for you
People callin' me like “when’s the funeral for the dude” ha!
You sweet like Lemonade, you minute-made, you renegade, you been afraid
You getting raised (razed)
That means I’m sonnin' you, and at the same time
I’m burning you and everyone under you, what you gonna do?
You a substitute for a real challenge, you ain’t making moves, you just stay stagnant
I’m attracted to the come-up like a flying magnet
Got you burning like the cover when I lit the matches, ha
You ain’t even dropped a new song
Boy you waiting too long
Dropped 16 since, and I thought you moved on
You ain't doing nothing at all
Think you fell too hard, and now I'm feeling bad
You hit your high point
Knowing that the next song was gonna get way overlooked
Hit your thyroid, popped it, and now you real shook
Got the crowd goin' nuts
Write “deceased” in the book
Corpse bloody, don't look
(Agh)
What’s up man?
Put you in the air like the Jumpman
You gon' see the madness inside of me firsthand
Charged up like a battery
I just might
Charge up and lay the battery
Trust my vertical stomp will lay you laterally, don’t be actin silly
Don’t pretend you ever mattered to me, I don’t really
Pay attention to anything that you doin'
So best get up off my jock-strap 'cause I leave you ruined
Jakkah

You want smoke? I’m a factory
Im tired of people scoffing and turning they back to me
Imma win, by any means, even if I gotta slaughter, go even ever harder
I’m breaking the limit, but imma still go farther like
What’s up man?
Put you in the air like the Jumpman
You gon' see the madness inside of me firsthand
Charged up like a battery
I just might
Charge up and lay the battery
Trust my vertical stomp will lay you laterally
Don’t be actin silly, don’t pretend you ever mattered to me
I don’t really, pay attention to anything that you doin'
So best get up off my jock-strap before I leave you ruined, ruthless
I don’t think you too intuitive, you way too basic, so just face it
You ain’t punitive, you impudent and too stupid to understand what’s obvious
Every time you hear something, you just wanna copy it
That diss took you 5 days, and it’s worse than mine
Got that next-day clap back
Match my grind
Better keep your lips shut
And don’t get it mixed up
Cause you a kitten, I’m a samurai
Too easy
You wanna get on my level?
You gon' die trying, I’ll supply you with the shovel
You ain’t with the rappity-fast rap
Or bars with the backpacks, what’s left will be ashes and rubble
“Ghost” prolly wasn’t the best thing to name yourself
I could murk you in 888 ways
Maybe that would stop you from riding my wave
At least this time, I’m gonna get paid, ha
Honestly
I don’t get it with you
Still saying “R.I.P.”, but I’m better than you
Still promoting the diss after I dead it with you
Really bro? Like you got nothing better to do?
G.I Joe, you a snake, like that cobra dude
Said you did it for the clout, but sill lack the views
Even before I dropped my remix, it was quiet for you
People callin' me like “when’s the funeral for the dude” ha!
You sweet like Lemonade, you minute-made, you renegade, you been afraid
You getting raised (razed)
That means I’m sonnin' you, and at the same time
I’m burning you and everyone under you, what you gonna do?
You a substitute for a real challenge, you ain’t making moves, you just stay stagnant
I’m attracted to the come-up like a flying magnet
Got you burning like the cover when I lit the matches, ha
You ain’t even dropped a new song
Boy you waiting too long
Dropped 16 since, and I thought you moved on
You ain't doing nothing at all
Think you fell too hard, and now I'm feeling bad
You hit your high point
Knowing that the next song was gonna get way overlooked
Hit your thyroid, popped it, and now you real shook
Got the crowd goin' nuts
Write “deceased” in the book
Corpse bloody, don't look
(Agh)
What’s up man?
Put you in the air like the Jumpman
You gon' see the madness inside of me firsthand
Charged up like a battery
I just might
Charge up and lay the battery
Trust my vertical stomp will lay you laterally, don’t be actin silly
Don’t pretend you ever mattered to me, I don’t really
Pay attention to anything that you doin'
So best get up off my jock-strap 'cause I leave you ruined
Jakkah