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Ghost

Ghost
 
I got my weapons on my hips
Looking over my shoulder
I got John Wick
This feat is going down traveling the road without making a sound
I am known as the Ghost
I don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boast
Shooting from my left, bullets from my right
Knife in your back in the black of night
The Mafia, the Kingpins hot on my trail
Sending them all straight to hell
Benefits once I cross the state lines
Moving dope, cash, in the sublime
You come up me against you get straight dealt with
Me and my Gee, we leave no witness
The trick, I do not exist
My service on the down low is legit
 
Ghost … Ghost.. Ghost
 
Carving my initials in the palm of your hands
Respect is what the Queen demand
Gee, dig up this poster’s grave
Make sure John Wick is secured
Before I pave the way
Those bikers we took out one by one
Pulling back the hammer of my Glock
This is how a Queen’s west is won
 
Ghost
 
 
Background Music
Panda (Instrumental)
By Desiigner
 

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