Ghostfromthe3 - Matrix (feat. YB Zanotti) Lyrics

I put a strobe on the glizzy
Everywhere I go I keep it with me
Drum on the choppa hold like fifty
Hundred round drum look like titties

I'm thinking about how things are really different
I remember nights up in the kitchen
When I ain't even have a pot to piss in
Now my pockets swoled up like they lifting

I'm deep inside the matrix
Can't f*ck with you, you basic
I'm in love with blue faces
Get that bag I do it daily
Had a lot up on my mind a nigga going crazy
Off the xan I feel amazing it got me feeling wavy
Ain't shit you can tell me
Let them niggas try me
I'm gone catch a case
I might catch a body
Choppa right beside me, his head gone like a zombie
I'll hop inside a plane and my seat is private
Ain't shit you can tell me
I've always been a misfit
I'm not the type of nigga
That's always tryna fit in
Bitch I'm on a mission
Listen I'm chasin' millions
Won't let them catch me slippin'
Ghost shoot 'em with the the glizzy

I put a strobe on the glizzy
Everywhere I go I keep it with me
Drum on the choppa hold like fifty
Hundred round drum look like titties

I'm thinking about how things are really different
I remember nights up in the kitchen
When I ain't even have a pot to piss in
Now my pockets swoled up like they lifting

I'm gone run it up till I touchdown
Im tryna cop me a Rollie bustdown
Pull up on the scene make you run now
Plugged in like a socket nigga know I'll never run out
Nigga check yo funds out
I'm trappin till the suns out
You was talkin shit I pulled up to yo crib but you wont come out
If you ain't eatin' then you tweakin' why niggas lookin strung out
Boy I'm ballin in the major league and nigga you just struck out

Designer on my body foreign whip you know we flexed up
Me and YB had to hit the booth cuz we know that we next up
Gold and diamonds from neck up
F*ck around get wet up
Don't even think about talking to me if you ain't run your check up

I put a strobe on the glizzy
Everywhere I go I keep it with me
Drum on the choppa hold like fifty
Hundred round drum look like titties

I'm thinking about how things are really different
I remember nights up in the kitchen
When I ain't even have a pot to piss in
Now my pockets swoled up like they lifting