Letra de 7th Ghost
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Bring the lights to the dark
And then you'll see clear,yeah
And then you'll see clear,yeah
I self'the Master
I'm not a rapper
So he's explaining why he's running
I don't have to
I'm the master of the cash
This is real shit
You'll never know what I'm about to ask her
Side jobs,details,retail cars
Ride trash trucks
Stop complaining,you never had much
Kid said he wants to do this
I just crack him
You need a backup
You know I'm blowing every day to keep the stress down
So I'm building a bunch of young niggaz
Like Mike Brown
the slang is written
Half of my life I'm gambling and ....
To keep that thing with them
But it's a cold world,baby
So knock them up and cut them up
Put it in the gun if they try to fuck with us
You're dumm enough to try one of us
When the sun comes up
One of us will raise your face to the sky
And tomorrow makes way for the return of the gods
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
You I stand with this rifle in my hands
Did I mention that I will cut you short before death?
I'm a liar, I'm a charismatic man in a pool
I'm AOGP in the ...
I'm not a role model
You should raise your own kids
Come on
I'm a dirty rap nigga
With flies in my crib
I can't smoke cigaretts
I got tempered breath
Show is over, there are only 2 songs left
Being a good person
I'm in the hood working
If you knew the shit I'm paid
I don't know if you could nurse them
Doctors can't figure out what to do with them
Once upon a time he used to have screws in him
They are not used to me
I'm not what I used to be
I used to be a young nigga silly state of mind
Now I'm just nigga going crazy like he's facing time
I'm from the hood where young died
If you don't get low
I'll hang high
If you lay low,I'll still hang high
You only hit the feeling when your men die
Take a sip from this liquor
Churches say what?
Why would you ever try to be God with me?
Why would you bother me?
Why don't you see privacy?
Why would you lie to me?
Am I the only one who tries to keep monogamy?
Put my feet up on the table in my nice office
Black man,black millimeters ,white horses
Listen!
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
I'm not a rapper
So he's explaining why he's running
I don't have to
I'm the master of the cash
This is real shit
You'll never know what I'm about to ask her
Side jobs,details,retail cars
Ride trash trucks
Stop complaining,you never had much
Kid said he wants to do this
I just crack him
You need a backup
You know I'm blowing every day to keep the stress down
So I'm building a bunch of young niggaz
Like Mike Brown
the slang is written
Half of my life I'm gambling and ....
To keep that thing with them
But it's a cold world,baby
So knock them up and cut them up
Put it in the gun if they try to fuck with us
You're dumm enough to try one of us
When the sun comes up
One of us will raise your face to the sky
And tomorrow makes way for the return of the gods
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
You I stand with this rifle in my hands
Did I mention that I will cut you short before death?
I'm a liar, I'm a charismatic man in a pool
I'm AOGP in the ...
I'm not a role model
You should raise your own kids
Come on
I'm a dirty rap nigga
With flies in my crib
I can't smoke cigaretts
I got tempered breath
Show is over, there are only 2 songs left
Being a good person
I'm in the hood working
If you knew the shit I'm paid
I don't know if you could nurse them
Doctors can't figure out what to do with them
Once upon a time he used to have screws in him
They are not used to me
I'm not what I used to be
I used to be a young nigga silly state of mind
Now I'm just nigga going crazy like he's facing time
I'm from the hood where young died
If you don't get low
I'll hang high
If you lay low,I'll still hang high
You only hit the feeling when your men die
Take a sip from this liquor
Churches say what?
Why would you ever try to be God with me?
Why would you bother me?
Why don't you see privacy?
Why would you lie to me?
Am I the only one who tries to keep monogamy?
Put my feet up on the table in my nice office
Black man,black millimeters ,white horses
Listen!
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
OPG got the stress in the backpack
Body is in the truck
Push out your face and then slap it back
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