i believe you but my tommy gun dont
I wasn't shit until I told you "Take 7 steps back"
Now these bitches throw my picture up and say that I'm they dad
I'm the mac
With a tendency to say just fuck it all and snap
See deep down I think I give a fuck but it's too late for that
You might wanna think twice before you set a foot inside my show
I'm just sayin' it's a 50/50 shot at a broken nose
Why promoters want to book me but they can't spell Ghoste?
Y'all forgot the "E" for every time I drop the room explode
You should never misunderstand that I am always down to die
And I know that I won't always feel that way if I'm alive
All these bitches wonder why
I don't pay 'em mind
Maybe 'cause it's every time I see your mouth a rapper dick inside
(I wanna believe you, but I don't)
Run up in a valley in the belly of a psychedelic entity I'm trippin' like I got my shoe strings tied
I'm on the rise and now I'm feelin like I'm Edward Kelly, I
Dropped out of college the knowledge I fathered through alchemy made me supreme
Pretendin' to be a disciple by quotin' and postin' up shit that you will never read!
What if I told you that my soul made of solid gold?
Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole?
What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't?
Pump your guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone
What if I told you that my soul made of solid gold?
Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole?
What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't?
Pump your guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone