Track runner; i run it up
Accountant; i count it up

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If y’all talkin trash we both know ya done
Ghxst writin writtens cuz he’s the one
Like yo index
We next
Jus like auditions
But he way more gifted
No holiday
Jolly day
Guvna
Any mother’s wanna listener jus wanna say we love ya
Our business; nun ya
We strapped like gunna’s
And shock like thunder
Opposite of bottom
You know this one got em

Track runner; i run it up
Accountant; i count it up

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I been tested I been flexin
But the boy ain’t affected
By the haters
Catch me later
Cuz now the girls cater
Crowned with the dough
Stacks so thick that they don’t even fold
Feelin hella bold and I’m feelin hella grown
Ghostwrxter and the Dreem yeah we comin for the throne
We just had to do it right we just had to set the tone
Got a loose mind so I had to let it roam

Only do it for the culture so I had to bring it home

Track runner and accountant
Gettin so much green like we boutta eat a salad
Had to spit anotha one like DJ Khaled
Only do it for the game
Musics all we got
Chance the rapper futuristic Kings of the dot
But the dreem and the ghxst out here comin for the spot
First track popped a cherry call it fresh thought
I ain’t talking bout the girls speakin out the box
The rhymes is hella cold but the flow is feelin hot
Too many notes now Siri can’t talk
Vault for my phone had to put
It up on lock
Steve-O Bam Pontius and Johnny Knox
Always count the dubs weont ever take a loss
And I ain’t been employed cuz you lookin at the boss
Ghxst
Dreem
Reecha

Imma lover not a fighter but i deal wit haters
Bad past, odd future but i’m more than a creator
Hey Tyler
Kinda threw him under the bus
Hey ghxst, batman and robin wanna be us
Can't see em, John Cena
They blow smoke like Venus
But i’m giant
Im violent
On beats
Though in reality i’m a pretty nice guy on streets
Idk bout ghxst doe

Track runner; i run it up
Accountant; i count it up

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