[Verse 1]
In your ear like a Q-tip
On it like a phone
N***as talk that shit like I wasn't coming home
It wasn't about me
If it was I woulda aired y'all n***as out the same day that I got out
But just to talk slick
And make n***as sick, suck dick if you a n***a to doubt me
Yeah, let me talk slow with 'em
I don't get dough with 'em I collect four hit 'em
Nah, you ain't a hombre of mine
Surprised to see me hop out a Hyundai with nines
Hustle so hard in the hood so much that n***as call me up to remind me I rhyme
Shit is haywire and you wanna play sides
When it's so much gunfire that n***as going blind
Nah, I don't feel you n***a
And it won't be long 'fore I peel you n***a

[Verse 2]
I don't wanna kill you
I just want you paralyzed
Fucking up your spine so you can take time to analyze
Wrong one to fuck with is P
You don't wanna duck, it's gonna hit your head and then touch your knee
Can't y'all see that we different kind of n***as
Y'all the rappers with cops, we the rappers with killers
Got to be under the ground to understand it
And I put you under the dirt when I shoot underhanded
Now I'm back on my grind like I'm fucked up
Truth is I'm couped out, sedan'd out and trucked up
Yeah, and it's a lot of n***as mad at me
But I got knifework and they don't wanna stab at me
And I'm good with a pistol
Probably got the same one that that cop with you issued
I say what I do, and I do what I say
So when you hear me pop shit, bitch, it's official
[Verse 3]
New York city is grittiest
Y'all n***as wanna be the prettiest
Can't be serious
My attitude's the shittiest
Flow still hideous
Tryna make you bleed like a chick on her period
Had to switch my style up
Feds on my back had to switch my vials up
N***as got my flow like I'm selling it
I don't know these n***as from a can of paint, this shit is irrelevant
Matter of fact I would call it inappropriate
You wasn't an associate
You ain't have a chair at the table when I was down in Chinatown getting opium
You ain't a gangster like me
A n***a owe cash you ain't fucking breaking ankles like me
Who am I?
Ghost or the G-Host, host of the G's
N***a in the hood squeezing toast at the D's
New York I'm responsible for most of the P's