Einfach so (feat. micelo)

BLUT

Produced By Jourdain Casper.


BPM: 100
Style: West Coast Trap / Bay Area Hyphy


The Official Ghosty Ghost 👻

Ghosty Ghost  - F.Y.N.” (Fuck You, Nigga)

(CHORUS) 

I could..tell that girl don’t love me 
She just..want me for my money 
Cause her..boyfriend look disgustin 
But she..can’t do nothin for me 

She could..come buss this nut for me 
She get..fckd but no trust from me 
She gon..come w plus one for me 
And fck my buddy yea fck my muddy 



(VERSE 1) 

Yea fck my money cause a young nigga rich in soul 
Worth more than some diamonds and gold 
In da nighttime baby I glow 
Spit fire hail sleet rain snow 

In the mind I could never get blindsided 
By da bitch still see eyez closed 
Could never be jaded 
I’m one of one I could never be faded 

Fuck out my face tryna front for the matrix 
Sellin ya soul when uk what’s at stake bitch 
I’m not the one I’m the one not to play w 
I’m not a blunt u wan puff u could face it 

Im not a blunt u want smoke u could lace it 
U niggaz spacin 
U niggaz high 

Bitch I get higher 
Like this was my job 
Build an empire 
To give to my child 

I went thru the fire 
And came out a cloud 
Invincible minerals 
I’m breakin down 

Invisible niggaz know 
I’m not around 
Original w the flow 
I’m like da Nile 

I’m switchin too many flows 
And different sounds 
I’m pitchin too many throws 
I’m at the mound 

These niggaz ain’t makin no hits 
In dat jackpot where I piss 
These niggaz ain’t livin like this 

Standin in the rain 
I’m drenched 
Standin in the rain 
Im muddy 
I survive pain 
Been bloody 
I pop da cherry yea 
I pop da cherry 
I’m comin

STANDIN IN THE RAIN

[Verse]

Thoughts ricochet, pinball in my brain,

Words sharp as glass, slicing through the grain.

Syllables scatter, sparks in the night,

Ink ignites the page, a wildfire alight.



Mouth a revolver, syllables spin,

Bullet train bars, no brakes within.

Chessboard moves, but the pawns all grin,

Kings crumble fast, that’s how I win.



[Chorus]

Rapidfire mindscapes, no time to wait,

Boom-bap heartbeat, I dominate.

Crisp snare snaps, keep the pace tight,

Every word I spit, sharper than a knife.



[Verse 2]

Back alley echoes, shadows on the wall,

Rhymes bounce off bricks, catch 'em all.

Blueprints in my head, architects dream,

Schemes unravel, like a tangled seam.



No pause, no comma, just commas to count,

Bank vault flow, stacking large amounts.

Time don’t slow, tick-tock the sound,

Life's a race, I run circles around.



[Chorus]

Rapidfire mindscapes, no time to wait,

Boom-bap heartbeat, I dominate.

Crisp snare snaps, keep the pace tight,

Every word I spit, sharper than a knife.

Rapidfire Mindscapes

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