The Alchemist, Nash, Hall - 94' Ghost Shit lyrics

Look, look, look
I can't relate to you niggas
Your shit is not relatable
Grimiest of all time
That shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you your vest can't stop
When I'm poppin' the K in you
No matter what God you're prayin' to
I'm not gon' play with you
This shit is not for radio
I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top
A spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from
When them niggas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That
Shit is not explainable
Free them niggas locked in cages who
Was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them the niggas I jot my pages to
Them young niggas with 30 shot
Glocks to flame at you
Niggas who got multiple bodies
Before they was 20, i can name a few
Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playin' crazy but them
Niggas not insane as you
Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on
The top to aim at you
Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy
You not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed up rap
Nigga was talkin' reckless
On the internet and shit
That kinda shit I don't respect it
Tell you once
Leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk
You through the 'jects
Pump to your chin while you nekked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas
And paroles
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fuckin' wrist
Tryna get your Rollie
Them bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear
(shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer
(even steer, skrt)
Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)
Load the MAC up and gift shop it
(shop it, grr)

I get the shottie from the drawer
(talk to 'em) uh, another body finna fall
I move the product to the zombies in the hall
Aim good, i could write my name in cursive
With the Tommy in the wall
I put buck fifties on the
Side of niggas' jaws
They don't want problems at all, I
Know a lot of niggas saw, uh
I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall
Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw
Uh whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh
Shit on my wrist costs a brick plus
Fif' tucked, run up on me get your shit bust
Hit six plus times, got you zipped up
Black bag that, your body like my last track
I turn my hat back
My young'un poppin' at your dad hat
That's facts
I had to bag crack just to have racks
Jumped off the porch
I live my life on the fast tracks
Had straps hid under the porch
And where the trash at
Jack boys kick your door down
Where the cash at?
Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat
Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that
(Machine, nigga)

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear
(shit clear)
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer
(even steer, skrt)
Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)
Load the MAC up and gift shop it
(shop it, grr)

When these come out, Ronnie?
My PS smellin' like a pissy lobby
These niggas on some ho shit
Stocking on my face on some '94 Ghost shit
Stocking on my face, nigga (face, nigga)
On some '94 Ghost shit (Ghost shit)