"Ghost" is a track that channels the relentless grind, the hustle that’s always on road, but the solitude that comes with it. It dives into the internal battle of pouring into a gold cup, knowing it’s not the right time because the grind's been constant, yet no one's raised a glass in your honor. Having your heart pulled in directions from family, to intimate relation ships can have you digging a little deeper. To find peace. “I'm from Dade, go MIA when they mention me, Ghost." Vanishing into the shadows, unnoticed despite all the work put in, and feeling like a ghost in your own story. Only being seen for what you do. This pushes out the raw vibe, reflective, and heavy with that shit you can only get from the crib.

Single

Ghost

Producer: Waytoolost
Vibe: Elevation
Mood: Confident / Luxe / Motivated

Description
Makin’ Plays” is a sleek, high-energy flex anthem that rides the line between ambition and luxury. With booming 808s, icy melodies, and razor-sharp delivery, it captures the mindset of someone who made it out the mud and now moves with precision.

Lyrics

Verse 1
I been runnin’ plays, turnin’ profits like a scammer
They just talk a lot, but my pockets speakin’ louder
Private jet, one-way, I ain’t never need a voucher
She just hit my line, say she love the way I’m stylin’

10K on my fit, I ain’t even check the tag
Money comin’ in, I ain’t ever lookin’ back
Told ‘em put respect on my name an that’s a fact
If it ain’t a hundred bands, I can't even get attached

Foreigns back-to-back, all my whips automatic
Penthouse views, I don’t do nothin’ average
Tryna count me out, now they watchin’ how I stack it
Made it out the drought now my lifestyle lavish

Hook
Pulled up in that beamer, yeah, they know I’m makin’ plays
VV’s dancin’ on me, got ‘em blinded by the face
They ain’t on my level, tell ‘em stay up out the way
If it ain’t about the money, i ain't got nothin’ to say x2

Verse 2
Ran it up solo, now I’m gettin’ paid in full
Wrist on ice, yeah, the diamonds make ‘em drool
Balenciaga kicks, got ‘em thinkin’ I’m a fool
But I been stackin’ my paper
always playin’ by the rules

Got my enemies close, keep my circle small
Ion trust too many, but they love the way I ball
Told ‘em I was next, now I’m answerin’ the calls
Put the city on the map, now they watchin’ how I walk

Makin’ moves like a boss, Ion need no validation
i keep Flexin’ on ‘em, show ‘em how I’m elevatin’
Playin’ in the big leagues, ain't no need for hesitation
Livin’ life fast, I don’t need no explanation


Hook
Pulled up in that beamer, yeah, they know I’m makin’ plays
VV’s dancin’ on me, got ‘em blinded by the face
They ain’t on my level, tell ‘em stay up out the way
If it ain’t about the money, i ain't got nothin’ to say x2

Makin' Plays

Makin' Plays [slowed]

Xavier Cartier is the orphan of sound, moving between trap, alt-R&B, emo rap, and alt rap like borrowed masks. Without a single home in music, he drifts from world to world, adapting to whatever beat he touches. Every song carries a piece of his truth: a search for identity in a world that tried to erase it. Some tracks hit like heartbreak, others like luxury, chaos, or escape — but together they form the map of who he is becoming.

They didn’t come up with a name for somebody like me yet...

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