Ghost Town Video (MV)

Just tryna survive in this ghost town
Hold your head high
Keep your voice down
In due time, they gon' have to know the boy now

Yea
It's the 26 and I'm sixteen
In the city that never sleeps, well I got some big dreams
In these ripped jeans
Authentic denim from ancestors that picked things
To picking up rings at the dial-tone to fix things
Talking to deep
He ain't called in two weeks
We ain't seen in two months
But I know that's better than some
Me and my father still speak
And truth is
I'm growing older, learning how to forgive
So I could focus on this new shit
Niggas pulling cards, I thank God I'm still a student
Coulda recommitted like my in-laws, but don't be stupid
A law degree is probably coming right behind the music
Either way I'm breaking down the bars that all of them abusing
I love the game, that's why I gotta say you acting foolish
All of them talk 'bout ICE and not the kids up in them cages they pursuing
Well, guess I gotta do it
This for all the nights that mothers on they knees going through it
Pray to god, that's they way you gon' get through it
But
I called him too and didn't get through
Ghost town
We talk slow now
When shots fired niggas duck down and hit the whole ground
Back in the spot
And get it popping
She a dime, there's quarters in the back we play with options
Niggas claim they in the field
Wanna talk hot, how they Lamar Jackson with it
Well they coming out of pocket
So if you pull up better stop it
When they step back and drive-by like a rocket
Put the bass in
And I ain't got no co-sign yet
But I be under ya girl when she adjacent
Took a minute just to talk mine
Now we climbing to the top floor
Got gas we ain't seeing stop signs
We ain't ever gon' cross lines
If you, wanted to cross sides
They grow old, forget where they from
Like some Alzheim
Hers is bigger but I'd be damned if I crossed mine
That's called trust in my city
You get it one time
So I'm shooting for the all time
All shine
I ain't going under, nah, f*ck it
'Till we all die

Peep the vision
Know too many niggas that ain't got a pot to piss in
When I spit, man I'm speaking for my kin
Not from the same place but we feel the same within
Deemed a criminal and three-fifths of a man
Though I'm coming of age it just still feel so hard to understand
We from the same place
They spat right in our face
But never ever changed
But Mama need some change, bruh
We still looking at the truths we use to f*cking hang from
They taught us to hate us
Enter the greatest
So when we get paper we act like we ain't us
This picture I paint is
Far from the standard
This shit just use to get to me but now I'm where I'm meant to be

Yea
Where I'm meant to be
And I hold it down for century
Look

Uh
Just tryna survive in this ghost town
Hold your head high
Keep your voice down
In due time, they gon' have to know the boy now