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Young Bleed – Ghostrider

Young Bleed
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исполнитель Young Bleed

правообладатель Universal Music Group Priority Records

жанр Рэп

длительность 03:21

размер 7.69 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Universal Music Group

Ghostrider
03:21
Imagine riding in the dark with no heart Where bodies lay and trigger spray paint is an art Swamped in it from start, as two depart From that you're dying to flex Head and chest, so protect your life with a vest As I confess deadly sins, born again Through the hearts of murder men Since the age of ten been tryin' to stay out the pen And ain't no friends in the game, they died young Where I'm from you get hung Incarcerated while the rest lay numb To Kingdom Come from the ghetto I tell the story with more nuts than glory For my peers in purgatory, tryin' not to worry Get 'em off in a hurry, back to my ride To the other side, where my homies died And they mommas cry, get it? (Niggas give a fuck if you big) That's how it be but I don't mean no harm But any fool that disagree with me wave your arm Enough said, I'm misled walkin' around half dead Broke and unfed, trippin' off voices in my head They hollerin' 'bout... Ghostrider, tell me how you feel Do you really got the balls to get your cap peeled? Them niggas ain't that real, totin' steel with murder skills to kill You ride for me, I'll ride for you. We'll keep it real, though Makin' a key I pack a pistol when I ride Havin' thoughts of suicide and homicide, while my brain collide Let it ride on my positive side And keep flippin' and watch him die Feel the negative vibes for set trippin' Ha ha, see me laughin' like a nickel platin' up Mad doggin' all of y'all 'cause I just don't give a fuck Playin' it rough with no regards for the law And they gets the buck and doin' bitch Like the last outlaw, fatal flaw In a ball of confusion niggas picture me losing With my back against the wall with no conclusion Still refusing to die Don't, pretend to fuck, to the murder show I'll be liquor step, plan it like you go 'Cause you never know And everyday could be your last day Smokin' blunts, flickin' ashes in your ashtray With a pistol full of lead, when the light turns green Steady trippin' off them voices in my head They hollerin' 'bout... Ghostrider, tell me how you feel Do you really got the balls to get your cap peeled? Them niggas ain't that real, totin' steel with murder skills to kill You ride for me, I'll ride for you. We'll keep it real, though Makin' a key I wonder why, I live to see the killers cry Muggin' without a tear in my eye But if I die ask my father up in heaven Pop, take me wit you I forgive them all because they know not what they do Just set me free and let me flee with a smile Like every ghetto born child Ever since a juvenile, been know for liftin', buckin' 'em wild With a murderous style, wonder why Wanna murder me mama With this delay and misconceptions got me lost in the jungle They say they'll offer me up With those who thump and survive They always light paper and put his name on the wall Rest in peace here lies the thug Who run the high school halls Without no meaner that fell a victim to a murder cop Back in the block After the bury him and life goes on Stuck in a daze tryin' to figure out what's right and what's wrong Singin' that same song, trying to balance close to the edge Steady trippin' off them voices in my head
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