MBNel - GHOSTS lyrics
[MBNel - GHOSTS lyrics]
(Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon)
Heavenly Father
Give me strength to see the snakes
'Cause I've been givin' back to folks when
All they ever did was take
I was fillin' up dinner plates just
Makin' sure that we ate
All I wanted back was a crumb
But they ate that shit in my face
Took it for granted, Lord
That's something I ain't understandin'
Why does everything I love
Always turn around
Leave me damaged?
I can't stand it, and every time
I wanna leave this planet
Drug addiction, please don't judge me
It's my way for me to manage
You tellin' me you love me?
Then come prove it
I'm from a place where showin'
Heart is a weakness
You might just lose it
Has your mama ever told you you was useless?
We keep a gun 'cause if we don't
We could just die if we don't use it
And stop sayin' that I rap, bitch
I do music
And you don't see the real you 'til
You fall off and start losin'
Get the squares by my circle
Don't fit in like in a Rubik's
Been ahead of the DAs
I just let 'em think that I'm stupid
Livin' life like we ruthless
Apologizin' to my daughter mother
I know you sick 'cause all the
Shit that I'm involvin' us in
And I ain't plan to have my daughter
I forever got her
But if somebody ever play
Shit comes with repercussions
Ain't really bustin'
Shootin' houses ain't really a score
And I was taught to wait outside
'til he open the door
And you ain't really getting bread
'cause he touchin' lil' toast
The fuck I look like, ridin' waves? Bitch
I'm drivin' the boat
We gon' creep up on him and turn him a ghost
Ashes of hella dead opps
This ain't za that we smoke
Instagram disses fun and games 'cause
He died 'cause a joke
Fuck that back and forth
Ask the police 'bout the shit that they know
Ghost Glock, color peanut butter
Why that bitch jam?
Reasons why I'm humble
I wasn't born into a rich man
Church days on Sundays, was Catholic
Not a Christian
I had demons talkin' to me
I fucked up when I listened
This a true story, ain't no allegories
Ain't no fiction
Yeah, I'm skinny
But this Glock will drop
Somebody who be liftin'
I had dreams of being rich 'til
I woke up a quarter million
Reminiscin', kill a opper
Whoever fit the description
(Ayy)
Red leaves fallin' from the trees
Look like blood drops
Crucify him if I feel threatened 'cause
I won't go for it
If he survivin' any shots
We make him love God
But if he don't call up the priest
Make him a ghost story
(Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon)
Heavenly Father
Give me strength to see the snakes
'Cause I've been givin' back to folks when
All they ever did was take
I was fillin' up dinner plates just
Makin' sure that we ate
All I wanted back was a crumb
But they ate that shit in my face
Took it for granted, Lord
That's something I ain't understandin'
Why does everything I love
Always turn around
Leave me damaged?
I can't stand it, and every time
I wanna leave this planet
Drug addiction, please don't judge me
It's my way for me to manage
You tellin' me you love me?
Then come prove it
I'm from a place where showin'
Heart is a weakness
You might just lose it
Has your mama ever told you you was useless?
We keep a gun 'cause if we don't
We could just die if we don't use it
And stop sayin' that I rap, bitch
I do music
And you don't see the real you 'til
You fall off and start losin'
Get the squares by my circle
Don't fit in like in a Rubik's
Been ahead of the DAs
I just let 'em think that I'm stupid
Livin' life like we ruthless
Apologizin' to my daughter mother
I know you sick 'cause all the
Shit that I'm involvin' us in
And I ain't plan to have my daughter
I forever got her
But if somebody ever play
Shit comes with repercussions
Ain't really bustin'
Shootin' houses ain't really a score
And I was taught to wait outside
'til he open the door
And you ain't really getting bread
'cause he touchin' lil' toast
The fuck I look like, ridin' waves? Bitch
I'm drivin' the boat
We gon' creep up on him and turn him a ghost
Ashes of hella dead opps
This ain't za that we smoke
Instagram disses fun and games 'cause
He died 'cause a joke
Fuck that back and forth
Ask the police 'bout the shit that they know
Ghost Glock, color peanut butter
Why that bitch jam?
Reasons why I'm humble
I wasn't born into a rich man
Church days on Sundays, was Catholic
Not a Christian
I had demons talkin' to me
I fucked up when I listened
This a true story, ain't no allegories
Ain't no fiction
Yeah, I'm skinny
But this Glock will drop
Somebody who be liftin'
I had dreams of being rich 'til
I woke up a quarter million
Reminiscin', kill a opper
Whoever fit the description
(Ayy)
Red leaves fallin' from the trees
Look like blood drops
Crucify him if I feel threatened 'cause
I won't go for it
If he survivin' any shots
We make him love God
But if he don't call up the priest
Make him a ghost story
(Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon)