[Intro]
Phantom time, man
You see it
Ruler time
Shout to mixxron.com
Mixtapekings.com
Shout to horace mixtape

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Riders keep they vest on
Not me
I be outside in the white tea
Jordans and my sweats on
Gas like Exxon
Probably off of one dutch
Man nicer than me
N***a, you's a dumb fuck
He don't want a problem cuz he know I keep the gun tucked
Knife clothed
Suck my dick
If you don't like ghosts
Catch me in the hood, yeah
Right by the light post
Mansion and the coupe
Upstate by the white folks
You gon' need State Farm or State GEICO
Some type of life insurance
Fuckin with the psycho
Yeah, I can switch the flow but don't be rude
Cuz you muthafuckas food and I can get this shit to go
N***as cross me once
Once like Joe Piscopo
Yeah, ghost dangerous
Like Johnny Dangerous
Came on a plane hangar
Who you think you banging with?
I’m boss
You a gang member
Understand my language
You should keep us killed, yeah
Ghost don't be playin' shit
Serious, period, end of the cents
The Duchess my apprentice
The streets is my bitch
And the money's my Princess
Use a gun when I'm bending
Catch me in the hoop, or the coupe, or the train with the hoodie in a iPod
Hammer in the live rod
Ain't nothin' sweet
Still street
Come and try God
S.P
D-Block
N***as know I ride hard

[Verse 2: Snyp Life]
From the front lines when we pump dimes off a one time
Through the back fields, clap shields when it's crunch time
I want mine by any means chopping off the rock
16 n***as spot, I was a product of my block
Respect was the first stop
Then I got the strength from it
Lil' n***a with the 9 milli
With the imf on it
Bent on it
Meaning I style with it
Even as a child, I was down to get wild with it
I never wanted Jordans
Just Harlems and wild fits and couple jerseys
Thirty-third on seventh puffin' on Hershey
N***as ain't worthy till they see them gates pearly in they vision
I was putting in work while you was bitchin'
I was listenin'
Catching the jewels that you was missin'
Now push button cruisin'
No key in the ignition
You walk around talking about your hand in this shit
I'm pushing rhymes like weight
You spittin' grams in the kitchen
These rappers ain't seeing my level with core vision
Old school head told me never worry
Make the city
My n***a all it takes is a minute for your life to change
Married to the game
Keep the bang
Bring a life a strain
A life of pain is what I write off the brain
And I ain't need a pad
I needed my dad
But he was lame
So I promised I never be the same
Now my sons and my team all shine like the ice on your chain
We in the game n***a