Menkare - Ghost (Arioste) Lyrics

Big moves when I cross lines
Never hated when it's our time
Two pounds went and hit the scale
Free my homie out his cell
Free my homie out his cell
Tell me how low does it go
Slits on the wrists are you willing to show
There's so many things that I never will know
I thugged it out to see you grow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess invocations is dead
Doctors still getting the bang for the buck
But nobody talks when the patients dead
Dott still in jail and I'm missing that n***a
He missing his baby, he only get bigger
His heart live in music, the people misuse it
Talking to God like why would they do this
Why would they take him away three years
I ain't seen that n***a since March
Since 2015, young n***a 15
Bout to mob back to Cutts with the blunt prerolled
Remember the times, telling the stories
Shootouts and sh*t with your life on the line
The shit was so real that I thought it was fake
Now I freestyle for the cypher's sake and what's at stake
And that's on God, you showed me love when I dropped my tape
And I still bump live with me upon promenade, indecision off the autumn tape
Through the sleet, through the snow, through the hail, through the rain
It's through Allah you don't feel no pain
I promise that we're going to meet at the finish line
Shrimp and the lobster with lemon at dinnertime
I got me a nephew, I got me a niece
It's the keys to my heart and they gave me the piece
Man I just want to change this world before they grow up
Don't want to see gang signs when they throw up
I'm constantly talking to Yume, chopping it up and then laughing with Cutt
Man I want to go back to the times on Fritz
I thought I had it planned out but this ain't this
Big moves when I cross lines
Never hated when it's our time
Free my homie out his cell
Tell me how low does it go
Slits on the wrists are you willing to show
There's so many things that I never will know
I thugged it out to see you grow
Big moves when I cross lines
Never hated when it's our time
Free my homie out his cell
Tell me how low does it go
Slits on the wrists are you willing to show
There's so many things that I never will know
I thugged it out to see you grow
Right moves with the wrong friends
Had to cut them off for the slight cleanse
Binge drinking but, I'm sober now
Want an Audemar with a chromed out Benz
These people don't know that they selfish
Don't cherish the cards that they dealt with
I just want to help the helpless
I cannot sit when there's something to do
I'm going to make this sh*t come true
They gentrifying our neighborhoods
But we got our backs like a neighbor should
Go to westside for the hometown
Talk to Cooley now we homebound
Batting practice then I'm heading home
I'm the silver slugger with the gold crown
Got a lot of sh*t that I should've done, that I never did
Because I ain't ever chase
Cadillac year 94, Harlem World we was bumping Mase
Marshall is resting in peace, was a real cool dude but hell check yo' chin
Strong ass Mike always hitting home runs, he'll roast yo' ass but he'll take you in
This is the life that I want to return to
Better be careful with people that learned
Don't touch that iron that sh*t will burn you
Just as this world does, this sh*t will turn you
Big moves when I cross lines
Never hated when it's our time
Free my homie out his cell
Tell me how low does it go
Slits on the wrists are you willing to show
There's so many things that I never will know
I thugged it out to see you grow
Big moves when I cross lines
Never hated when it's our time
Free my homie out his cell
Tell me how low does it go
Slits on the wrists are you willing to show
There's so many things that I never will know
I thugged it out to see you grow