Hymn to Him
Lyrics
Yeah
We the illest the realest to touch these mics
If they feel us they feel us
If not then it's fuck they life
Get it live like Saturday night
They don't recognize a prophet
But they pass up our mic
Niggas after my light, I shine that bright
Y'all got fat whilst I was sittin'
I'm back like I'm Frank White, nigga
In the booth off the dome like my name was Jigga
In the booth gettin' dome, nigga, I'm that nigga
I'm a quarter in now, niggas givin' intel
That's the shit I disavow, that don't even sit well
Good nigga sittin' down
'Cause them bitch niggas snitchin'
It's a sickness goin' around (uh)
Got a clip full of cures
Tell on us then it's yours for sure (for sure)
Had to cut some niggas off
They ain't even have balls they was pussy to the core
Smokin', catchin' a flashback
Probably looked at my Cash App
Remember fillin' the job app'
Now I'm at the head of the table
Where the Mobb at (it's Mobb)
Connected like Wi-Fi
Colorful life, it's the hippie without the tie dye (what up?)
Say hello to the bad guy old school, Lamad High (hello)
Gun in the carri'
Play the top of the high raise
Lettin' the bag fly
Ever cross me then I'm lettin' the Mag fly
Member I ain't have shit creatin' the havoc (you remember?)
Now I'm livin' golden creatin' with Havoc (golden)
If you like the rhyme you relatin' to the magic
Sad thing about it, I relate to the savage (what up?)
Yeah, this is LOX deep shit
Tell niggas eat shit
We be on our street shit
Ghost
Livin' by the code (G shit)
Ribbon in the sky and a black cloud too
So I'm rippin' up the road (err)
Perspective is everything
Gettin' to your goals (Get to your goals)
You can put me in the ground and I'm diggin' up a hole (ha)
H-A-V-O, Ghost (Ghost), hit my point break
I can be John Wick and Neo
Black 1, Black 2
You ain't never meet me I am dangerous (you ain't meet me)
I can breathe air into a statue
No, I ain't a hero but, yeah, I'm a super G (I'm super G)
Mutant with the rhymes
I am way beyond scrutiny (way beyond)
Ever met a Jedi, well, here I go (here I go)
Think about it you don't see me but you feel my flow (you feel me)
That's the Forbes motherfucker
Know the course motherfucker
Spit it hard, 'cause I never been soft motherfucker (never)
Yeah, I know about a loss, motherfucker (I know)
And the bounce back, that's why I'm a boss, motherfucker
Ghost
Writer(s): David Styles, Kejuan Muchita
Copyright(s): Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
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