Ghosts 2 - Mbnel

Ay, applaud the killas when they spin, I pray they got one\nI was taught to never show my hand in any given outcome\nLil' bro really a trophy, when he with me tryna down sum\nI’m the quiet type but still ah get you smoked playin' the loud one\nSouthside, I’ma throw it up when I get every chance\nState-to-state, we doin' shows, pose in every van\nEverybody with me point and shoot like they some camera man\nAK-47's and them Drac’s like we the Taliban\nWe don’t do that back and forth cuz I ain’t into that\nJust pass lil' bro the Glock cuz he been spinnin' like a ceiling fan\nSpent a couple thousand on my fit, the post on Instagram\nNo straddlin' that fence, you could get smoked playin' the middle man\nTry to reach for these and we gon' leave em\nThink I popped a fake E how this bitch got me sleepin'\nI just brought me 3 Ki’s for them boys to go and spin em\nJust give me a DP if I ever bang somethin' different\nAy, he poppin' out the bushes, he gon' die before he see em\nHow you talk about a man but see his hand and still shook it?\nSomebody needa give us some aprons the way we cooked him\nI could put 'Cho on a rapper, I book him before we book em\nBuddy was a stepper, he got filled with holes and turned to a Croc\nDid him like Prichard, turned into a vegetable tryna box\nI share a room with Drac’s like my first name was Josh\nI make a call and get him touched like he at a massage\nBrother died then ask the succas how them fullys be workin'\nAin’t no athletes in the circle but they hoopin' and surfin'\nHot cars round this bitch just give em switches and perkies\nAy cuddy off-white, he ah blow like he Virgil\nFirst class in the air with champagne on the ice\nCatch me on an island, prolly somewhere in Hawai’i\nI just bought some property, I’m out here playin' Monopoly\nFully rearrange his facials, Nickel know cosmetology\nHow they sayin' that they on me, shake em off, fallin' offa me\nAll these favors on my phone, I’m gettin' tired of people callin' me\nDiamonds on me dancin', wrist look like a Jabbawockee\nThey think that I’m a closet how these people be hangin' off me\nBrother got the drop but they been outta the city\nBrodie popped a P hat like he fumbled the Phillies\nIf they ain’t rappin' with a chain, that just mean he get busy\nBaby\naugmented cuz we gave her some titties\nI been to a bag, prolly with some folks in the hills\nPhil Jackson, but I could make a call for the drill\nAin’t no monkey in the middle when it’s real in the field\nSaid he stood on business 'til we caught his cab, made a mill\nLast succa died dissin' bro, guess he was dyin' to meet him\nI dealt with so much chopsticks, you woulda thought I was Korean\nI just sipped on Baccarat, paid in advance in Venetian\nIf you sayin' that it’s fuck us, betta say it with meaning\nI been in that one mode, a bum ass bitch, I can’t trust those\nCan’t trust my patnas patna, they gettin' clutched on\nSomebody baby momma come around, they gettin' fucked on\nSouthside, everybody from this section really cutthroat\nChop 7.6's, this bitch sound like a Trombone\nYeeain’t even gotta ask, I really got it off the muscle\nChop sticks and cash all sittin' inside a duffel\nSittin' at Maestro’s I spilled drank on a bubble\nHis family put him in a tux, he wasn’t even a groom\n11 dudes with .45's like issa quarter to noon\nYou a nerd braggin' bout some shit you 'posed to be doin'\nYou gotta watch for the ones who still got somethin' to prove\nMy daughter ain’t gon' whine for nun, must be dumb if you think different\nAll that cappin' tryna fit in like a link missin'\nTreat cars like tech decks the way we whip flippin'\nWatch yo brother lie in front you always hit different\nHotspot wherever we go, we loaded\nI got these diamonds on me dancin' always causin' commotions\nNever thought I’d make it rappin' it was sumn I was hopin'\nI put the 8 on my back, bitch I feel like I’m Kobe