[Intro: Styles P]
Ahh, today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha
This is a true story, ladies and gentlemen
You might not believe it though
But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost

[Verse 1: Styles P, Sean Cross & Sheek Louch]
I'm about to open up, listen
One day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up
He said, "Your gun is in the closet flippin'
Talkin' 'bout I get the most action he about to soak me up"
So I went to the closet said, "Hammer what's wrong with you?"
"You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you"
I said I just beat a case, daddy
And I'm tryna take it easy 'cause I gotta move this weight, daddy
Then the hammer said, "Man, listen, use the knife twice in a row
Tell me if the plan switchin'
'Cause we used to get around together
We used to put n***as down together, tell me if it's now or never"
I said, "Hammer, take it easy, baby
'Cause I got n***as to kill and I would never do you greasy, baby
And all you gotta do is chill a while
And then the hammer said, "Cool 'cause you know that I feel you, Styles"

[Chorus: Styles P]
I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me
[Verse 2: Styles P, Sean Cross & J-Hood]
My knife said to me
("I hawk n***as down, bust arteries")
And he get bright red for me
Knife, you my n***a, but leave me alone
I got to talk to my man haze to get in the zone
I said "Haze what the hell is up?"
He said, "You know how we do, you know that we crew
So where's the vanilla dutch?"
Rollin' somethin' up
Think about killin' every rapper in the game and holdin' somethin' up
My haze said to me, "You need to calm down when the rage come to you
'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
But you don't give a fuck
So just open up your book and let your page come to you"
Even though I'm humble and noble, I don't give a fuck
You ain't tryna hear me, I'ma shoot through your mobile
It's funny y'all squabble
Hold up, my n***as, it ain't a convo 'less your money start talkin'

[Chorus: Styles P]
I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me
[Verse 3: Styles P]
My money spoke to me
It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
And said the hammer oughta blast at me
He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
Take a look at the cars and the crib
I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
Even paid for the birds when you moved n***as south
Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumpin'
Let a n***a try to stop something, D-Block'll pop somethin'
And I'm the reason why you ride or die
Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot n***as in the eye
I said, "Money you the root of evil
How they print 'In God We Trust' knowin' what you do to people?"
But I'm a hard felon
So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody 'cause I heard my car yellin'

[Chorus: Styles P]
I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me
But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
I got a story to tell, my money talk to me
But nobody believe that my money talk to me