Locksmith, Jarren Benton - Ghost lyrics

K-K-Kato on the track, black Cloud

Real mother do real shit real shit
Fake mother get away get away
We don't give a how you feel
Bitch we don't give a
We been counting money all day
I been on the grind all year
I been getting mine aw yeah, yeah, yeah
I been pressing line after line
I been doing quite fine
I ain't worried 'bout them

Yeah, how do I make a marker?
How do I break the plain?
How do I fashion out of nothing
Enough to finally sustain?
How do I take a notion and
Focus and not lick the game?
How do I tunnel through the sewage and
Never show 'em a stain vein?


Pure vanity, candidly I was speaking
Fascinated with fame
My desire started to peak and
I'm taking a route and making a lane
That none of you here were seeking
Cause most of these rappers now be reaching
I'm willing to bet the scars and the bruises
They intermediate muses
Sacrifices in crisis
That violently left them clueless
Every slip is a lesson
I'm fully reaping the usage
So what if they sleeping on me
Now they lucid i'm used to the pessimism
I need the discouragement i encourage it
Every verse is a surgeon
An inclination for nourishment
Every stress is a test and
A testament to 'em flourishing
I'm putting my flag down till it's permanent
I concur

Real motherfuckers do real shit real shit
Fake motherfuckers get away get away
We don't give a fuck how you
Feel bitch we don't give a
We been counting money all day
I been on the grind all year
I been getting mine aw yeah, yeah, yeah
I been pressing line after line
I been doing quite fine
I ain't worried 'bout them

Niggas shit on you then turn around
And praise you in death fuck that fake love
I'd rather take a stake through the chest
Gimme the roses while I'm breathing
Don't wait till I'm a corpse to show remorse
You gotta go through rigor mortis for support
Hate us a pistol, a plastic straw
Smack the bitch
Niggas bodies get wrapped with a bag of gauze
Bodies get hat with sauce
These be bitches packed with flaws
So she put them filters on thinking
That will attract the boss
Scrubs on the street say
He clutching the heat
How she party in Belize but
Still get government cheese
Moral of the story
Half the shit you see is a scam
Niggas do anything for a hit
On the gram clout
Two turntables and a mic in my hand
Niggas dying from syrup, dirty sprite
And them xans ugh
If I don't get rich bitch, I'ma go nuts
When you die that's when your sales go up
What the

Real mother do real shit real shit
Fake mother get away get away
We don't give a how you feel
Bitch we don't give a
We been counting money all day
I been on the grind all year
I been getting mine aw yeah, yeah, yeah
I been pressing line after line
I been doing quite fine
I ain't worried 'bout them

I am the definition of self-sustainable
Never would say I'm full
Never would take a hand
I'd bite my tongue to play the fool
I'm making a mark
You're making a mockery portraying cool
You'd rather be unpaid or unrelatable
I'd never accept either
I believe that my circumstances are blessings
Self-examination accumulated aggression
I'm pressing to break the status quo
I'm taking your view, shaking the rules
And making a muse
In my habitation I had to grow
Flow is my ammunition but it ain't
Just my plan and mission
To feed you misleading lyrics
Leave you in panic fishing
But, I need you to stand and listen
This is my testimony
Went from being broke to turning down
What ain't destined for me
I formally disagree with the
Office they pitching me
Picture me following suit
Tie the suit that they pick for me
Victory is in my foresight
I follow my heart and just ignore hype
This is my declaration for more right

Real mother do real shit real shit
Fake mother eat a dick

I'm steadily gaining more, more men
And with more venom
Really I'm bored with 'em
Well then I wipe 'em out with metaphors
Get 'em murder 'em all, reversing the
Ball, swinging the pendulum, you
Taking advantage of niggas who never knew
Nothing just to advance few get in the game
Willing to claim what they can never do
I'm defiant, never compliant, fuck it
I always spit the truth
You been used to these niggas
Rapping with no condimental traction
And take a potential action to
End it in simple fashion
You sick cause you into fast shit
I'm sick cause my lyrics gassin'
Ready to raise the bar
Every bar is essential, ask 'em
This is what you ask for
You willing to bleed
I'm willing to crash for
Delete for my social media dashboard
You dash toward what you think
Is your only voice
Niggas will follow anything if you
Never give 'em a choice

Real mother do real shit real shit
Fake mother get away get away
We don't give a fuck how you
Feel we don't give a
We been counting money all day
I been on the grind all year
I been getting mine aw yeah, yeah, yeah
I been pressing line after line
I been doing quite fine
I ain't worried 'bout them