State of the Union (feat. Rick Ross & Marc Scibilia)

Lyrics

No puerto do mi
 Yo feo espíritu
 (This ghost in my head, ghost in my head)
 Heatmakerz
 Crack Music
 Capo
 I think my critics need to hear this
 Or anyone who doubts my political awareness
 I'm what you call a democratic with an automatic
 A rebel and a bezel when I just ordered the Patek
 You could build a wall as tall as the sky (To the moon)
 We all know the coke still go far from the sky
 Papi had a room with a wall full of pies
 This is America, baby,
 Where we fall for the lies (Impeach the president)
 We never had much, but we had us (Uh-uh)
 And even when the bills didn't add up
 We cooked up coke and it was crills that we bagged up
 We sold in broad day and police still didn't bag us
 I be ready to kill one of you MAGA's (Fuckers)
 Shit, I'm throwin' shots, man, you still throwin' daggers
 And my thoughts on the legalization
 And they tryna turn weed into a legal libation
 Why won't they legalize Haitians? (Sak Pasé?)
 And throw on the Cubans too
 I told my jeweler he could throw on a Cuban too
 Or bust down a Rollie, it's frozen at two to two (West Side)
 I took a private jet and you know where I flew the crew (LA)
 Them coconut drinks that come with umbrellas in 'em
 In the rain, we buy Rolls's that come with umbrellas in 'em (Facts)
 The transition, baby, that was the hardest part
 Police pulled me over and they still ripped my car apart (Don't shoot)
 So, I ain't got to kneel just to stand with you (Uh-uh)
 I was really in the field with them hand pistols (Facts)
 I was really throwin' bullets like the Cap, huh, Cap, huh
 (Nigga fuck around and get clapped)
 I mean, uh
 Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
 This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 Got the world after me but I can't look back
 This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 Life's so short but the money's so long
 Drop-tops in the summertime, mink coats when it's cold
 But I'm cold every night (305)
 Please Lord, hold me, hold me close (Yes)
 Pushin' rentals, or they fail and preachin' propaganda
 Say a prayer for my niggas or we light a candle
 All the squares in your circle, time to change the channel
 Or unplug the television 'cause this shit is mental (Huh)
 My sneakers Chanel, Grim Reaper for real
 I get beats from Pharrell, you should see how I live
 Kids in Montessori school, logos in the pool
 I done put in all my work, no longer holding tools
 Look into my eyes, you can see the murders
 Smell the kilos on me, now we flippin' burgers
 Ride through the ghetto, look for shit to purchase
 Do it for the fam, don't forget your purpose
 When you sellin' grams, then you just a merchant, nigga
 When you sellin' grams, then you just a merchant
 Eyes open wide, slither with a serpent (Woo)
 Closed casket meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
 Meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
 Meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
 God, close the curtains (Ghost in my head)
 Oh Lord
 Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
 This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 Got the world after me but I can't look back
 This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
 Ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 Got the world after me but I can't look back
 Ghost in my head, ghost in my head
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:38
Key
11
Tempo
89 BPM

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