Savage Ga$p, Kamaara and SXMPRA - ghost in the shell

Oh, so you're not gonna stream Savage Ga$p?
Well, that's not very haunted house of you, now is it?
I've been seeing ghosts of my friends, like you next motherfucker, get a grip
Like how am I supposed to pretend
That they're not the only thing I got left? (dwilly, I'm scared)

Oh, I-I've been seeing ghosts of my friends
Like you next motherfucker, get a grip, yeah
Yeah, like how am I supposed to pretend
That they not the only thing I have left? Oh
I-I've been seeing ghosts of my friends
Like you next motherfucker, get a grip, ooh
Should I listen to the voice in my head?
Like, "Will you think about me in the end?" Oh

Like do you ever think, "What the fuck would happen if I died today?"
Who would really lose their mind, and who's gon' fake a cry today? (Oh)
Who's gonna get fucked up when shit gets rough and who's gon' post?
Like, bro, I wish I would've known what you was going through, you lied to me
Boy, you cannot hide from me, hope I make you lie awake
Haunted house, lot of scary thoughts that live inside of me
Crawling through your mind today, let's do this the violent way
You know shit get dark, man, shout my fuckin' bro in Spider Gang

I got motherfuckers tryna be like me
Bitch, shut the fuck up, 'cause you know I am the enemy
You wanna feature, pussy boy, you really wanna get that free?
You don't really wanna be what I be
Wanna be knees deep in the scene
When I'm creepin' up watchin' you flee
I'ma roll like .45 deep in the back
With a back pack sat with a black cap
You don't really wanna stand, when I grab that MAC flow cold motherfucker
Where the bag at?
Never wanna be the one to run, bitch
It's fun to stun, oh, man can he rap that?
Pussy motherfucker really wanna buck up
But I put 'em in bag, bitch, I'm bad, better stand back

Web spinner, voice like winter
Bass thump, knockin' out your teeth like splinters
Will you think about me when I pull up in the Audi?
Will you think about me when this all distant?
Damn, Ga$p, I don't think they get it
Like this bag of treats is mine to keep, no way in hell I split it
Lie and say you care about me, if you had the chance, you'd out me
All pretend until the end, but none you fucks can live without me
Listen, bitch, just face it, but for me you're way too basic
That boy's face get mutilated if he wanna test my patience
Welcome to the slaughter, 'round here everyone's a monster
In disguise, feeding lies 'til it's your blood in the water, yeah

I-I've been seeing ghosts of my friends
Like you next motherfucker, get a grip, yeah
Yeah, like how am I supposed to pretend
That they not the only thing I have left? Oh
I-I've been seeing ghosts of my friends
Like you next motherfucker, get a grip, ooh
Should I listen to the voice in my head?
Like, "Will you think about me in the end?" Oh

Written by:
Cameron Harrell, David Wilson, Gaspare Magaddino IV, Kalem Tarrant

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