Yo I’m possessed by the ghost of Christmas

I’m upset dat deez hoes won’t listen

But listen up way too cold like winter

I’m the center of attention

Shake my fist at god

I wasn’t meant for wicked

Ik I been forgiven, but wen I’m wit my n***as

Ik dat shit get serious

So you wanna jump stupid

You’ll stomped to crippled

Crip walkin to da tales of the crypt

Wit crystals, capitalizing off ah crooked cops so moneys no issue

You have no money issue
Just sign ya name on dis line
And what I got will come get u


Dark thoughts in my mind

Seein death in my mental

People droppin like flies sense I got me
Some figgas

People droppin like flies if dey not wit n***as

People talkin bout dey proud as dey wantin ah picture

When I was lost, dey wasn’t found and never paid me visit

Isn’t it ironic
Is it exquisite

Ain’t it platonic
Ain’t I specific


Draining ya knowledge
Draining ya image
Get out my office
Get out ya feelins

You ah ain’t target
You ain’t killa

You ain’t ah baller
You ain’t bully

You is fraud
You fully ah pussy

You not in da game you barely ah rookie

Mitch Matchin, bitch smack em
Sense dey think I’m ugly

If dat bitch point her finger
Den she finger fucked me

Now ah n***a facin time
Da people tryna book me

Same time ah venue, callin cuz dey tryna book me

I’m possessed by the ghost of Christmas I know it overtook me
I know you overlooked
Well done you grasshopper, you dun overcooked me

My cold shoulder gotten colder
May have frozen fully

What is those, da truth be told like fortune cookies


I’m charged up wit no hook ups, so dont you hook em up to me

Dont you hook up to me x2

Don’t you look up to me