Jim Jones, Marc Scibilia, Rick Ross - State of the Union lyrics

No puedo dormir yo veo espíritu
(This ghost in my head, ghost in my head)
Heatmakerz crack Music
Capo

I think my critics need to hear this
Or anyone who doubts my political awareness
I'm what you call a
Democratic with an automatic
A rebel and a bezel when
I just ordered the Patek
You could build a wall as tall as the sky
(To the moon) we all know the coke still
Go far from the sky
Papi had a room with a wall full of pies
This is America, baby
Where we fall for the lies
(Impeach the president)
We never had much, but we had us (Uh, uh)
And even when the bills didn’t add up
We cooked up coke and it was
Crills that we bagged up
We sold in broad day and
Police still didn't bag us
I be ready to kill one of you MAGA's
(Fuckers) shit, I’m throwin' shots, man
You still throwin' daggers
And my thoughts on the legalization
And they tryna turn weed
Into a legal libation
Why won't they legalize Haitians? (Sak Pasé?)
And throw on the Cubans too
I told my jeweler he could
Throw on a Cuban too or bust down a Rollie
It's frozen at two to two (West Side)
I took a private jet and you
Know where I flew the crew (LA)
Them coconut drinks that come
With umbrellas in 'em in the rain
We buy Rolls's that come
With umbrellas in 'em (Facts)
The transition, baby
That was the hardest part
Police pulled me over and they
Still ripped my car apart (Don’t shoot)
So, I ain’t got to kneel
Just to stand with you (Uh, uh)
I was really in the field
With them hand pistols (Facts)
I was really throwin' bullets like
The Cap, huh, Cap, huh
(Nigga fuck around and get clapped)
I mean, uh

Shine a light on my feet, Lord
Watch my steps
This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
Got the world after me but I can’t look back
This ghost in my head, ghost in my head

Life's so short but the money's so long
Drop-tops in the summertime
Mink coats when it's cold
But I’m cold every night (305)
Please Lord, hold me, hold me close (Yes)

Pushin' Phantoms
So they feel I'm preachin' propaganda
Say a prayer for my niggas
Or we light a candle
All the squares in your circle
Time to change the channel
Or unplug the television 'cause
This shit is mental (Huh)
My sneakers Chanel, Grim Reaper for real
I get beats from Pharrell
You should see how I live
Kids in Montessori school, logos in the pool
I done put in all my work
No longer holding tools
Look into my eyes, you can see the murders
Smell the kilos on me
Now we flippin' burgers
Ride through the ghetto
Look for shit to purchase
Do it for the fam, don't forget your purpose
When you sellin' grams, then
You just a merchant, nigga
When you sellin' grams
Then you just a merchant
Eyes open wide, slither with a serpent (Woo)
Closed casket meaning God, close the curtains
(This ghost in my head)
Meaning God, close the curtains
(This ghost in my head)
Meaning God, close the curtains
(This ghost in my head)
God, close the curtains (Ghost in my head)
Oh Lord

Shine a light on my feet, Lord
Watch my steps
This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
Got the world after me but I can't look back
This ghost in my head, ghost in my head

Shine a light on my feet, Lord
Watch my steps
Ghost in my head, ghost in my head
Got the world after me but I can't look back
Ghost in my head, ghost in my head