Ghosts
[Intro]
Alejandro
[Pre-Chorus: Grizzly the Natural]
I just puff-pass, then I pray up to that Lord above
I been charged up, got this gas on me, I been the plug
I lost my mojo, I'm like Jo Jo, but not powder puff
'Cause I'm like Brando, in this bando, I got phantom blood
[Chorus: Samad Savage]
Uh, ayy, what it does? I got phantom blood
I got phantom blood, I got phantom blood
Uh, ayy, what it does? I got phantom blood
I got phantom blood, I got phantom blood
[Verse 1: Grizzly the Natural]
Swear, my power levels been hitting over like nine-thousand
Swear, these fake artists got Munchausen
I've been real about my rap shit, ever since I've lost housing
I just tend to thrive when I've been doubted
I'm like Phife Dawg how I get prowess, underground, but I been proudest
Old network got rerouted, I been runnin' up
All of the crime that I've been involved, it was out of love
Man, this like first Gen, it's like Kanto, I came out the mud
I might hunt on 'em like Renfrow when I'm on the run
I got my rap check, I'm a vert threat in this Run and Gun
I ain't the type to pay the meter, rhyme so cold, you'll catch a fever
Fuck this dope, I'm spittin' ether, from the garden, I'm the keeper
Got this girl, she speaks spanish to me like she Rosaliá
I'm kickin' mad ass, that's the Bunda's ligua
You in my DM's, tryna bitch about what I ask for features
But when it's comin' down to yo' rap and flow, you ain't skilled in neither
[Pre-Chorus: Grizzly the Natural]
I just puff-pass, then I pray up to that Lord above
I been charged up, got this gas on me, I been the plug
I lost my mojo, I'm like Jo Jo, but not powder puff
'Cause I'm like Brando, in this bando, I got phantom blood
[Chorus: Samad Savage]
Uh, ayy, what it does? I got phantom blood
I got phantom blood, I got phantom blood
Uh, ayy, what it does? I got phantom blood
I got phantom blood, I got phantom blood
[Verse 2: Samad Savage]
Phantom blood like Piyru in a Rolls Royce
I-I wanna scrabble, so please watch your word choice
Blew up-blue up from the green, but I just call that turquoise
Vroom lotto horses, gon' need hot tea for your voice
I'm like Phife Dawg, five foot freak on one call
But I don't come up short, like how boxers wear drawls
Comin' up out the shower is the only way that I air ball
Other than that, I'm scorin' all threes like where the snare fall
One, two, doin' three too much, feast for us
Sorta type we eat for lunch, need to cut
All that for the wheat and hush, weaken brush
Enemy gon' eat our dust when we take off
No matter what, they hate you, like Adolf
Payback is the only thing that pay off
Maybach rack, windows with the shade off
I see ya, you can't see me, better lay off
Huh, better book, no AR
Huh, and I- hahaha
Yeah, skoodwidit!