Im just swervin in the ghost but i ain't got no racks
All you mufuckas trynna flex on your stats
But yall fake and yall act, ain't no printer, this is facts
What the fuck do you think i am, i ain't no rat

But im worried about this cash
Im just trynna get my bag
All you rappers are wack
I will whip with my strap

So rest in peace sketchy, cuz thats my little bro
Its kinda hard to let go, crying up my throat
How many days we ain't have you around no mo
I dont wanna counts one two three and four
I know i said it already
But it feels kinda empty
We lost days ago
But none of us were ready for you to go

I just spent a check for my brother
Sick of yall capping mother fuckers
I wanna make music for the wonders
I seen your fake, true colors

Sketchy whats up in the clouds?
Trynna bring love to your crowd
Everybody here they doubt
But now they're saying we love sketchy, you made us proud
Choppa going stupid
Remind me that im stupid
All my dreams been lucid
Youve always been a good kid