Ghost Deini (feat. Superb)

Yo, summer time, holdin' the nine, split the Vega in half
 Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
 Bank stoppin', hide your rocks, hydraulic
 The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars
 Hold me down, hand me my cake
 Dust and bake, activate
 Fuck your corny debates
 I'm like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
 The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
 Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
 Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold
 How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'?
 You think I fell off the ledge?
 The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead?
 Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
 Two Galants, hittin' if we got to
 Bustin' at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin'
 Suckin' your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin'
 Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that, Ghost sold crack
 Now his revelations spoken through rap
 Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran
 Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
 Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing
 Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
 Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass
 You know what? Aiyo, fuck this!
 Aiyo, how can I move the crowd?
 First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
 Here's the instructions, put it together
 It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever
 Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine
 You stood for somethin', ugh
 2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so
 We want y'all both to know
 We really love you so
 Aiyo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
 Ask niggas how I get down
 Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations
 Hold a note like Willie Hutch
 You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus
 Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
 Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
 Come on, we juggle mics
 Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final
 Show these niggas how the way we dance
 Hot night, Jamaica
 Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer
 Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck
 Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names
 They know who, thank you for the chains
 Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
 30 seconds 'til we tear and decease
 Quick, call my seeds, dipped in the crowd
 The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out
 He walked off softly, we exactly
 Formed like Christ and his disciples
 Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle
 We had the whole shit shook
 Your favorite rappers droppin' they drinks
 On the low, tuckin' they links, we made eighty off the books
 One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
 But metaphors'll keep me out the projects
 Rap connects'll keep me correct
 Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee
 Thinkin' his killer's followin' me
 So to my nigga Donnie, up there
 Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
 You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
 All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
 Why's the Devil winnin'? Some say it's our fault
 If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer
 Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
 My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cause that's how they rewind
 Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine
 And we don't drink wine
 If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you!
 I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
 I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars
 That's Ghost Deini!!