[Styles P] 

Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah 

Feel the kid, y'know? 



Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga 

Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam nigga 

Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me 

Most of you niggaz is butter, you know I keep a toast with me 

New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back 

Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat 

More respect than money, but fuck it I can live with that 

Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at 

Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back 

Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that 

The rage make me evil with the gift 

I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit 

And niggaz rap funny so to me they seem humorous 

I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous 

(You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this 

It come to bein street, we the niggaz that been true to this 

You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's 

You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail 

You a bitch so you'd probably get screwed in jail 

But fuck jail, we here now, bitch nigga you a frail 

It's been a long time since I shot somethin 

And if I put you on your back nigga you not frontin 

It's been a long time since I stabbed somethin 

And if I take your life away nigga you have nuttin 



What? Y'know 

Ghost, time is money 

Poobs I don't even feel like talkin 

I might as well fuckin be out, YEAH!