94' Ghost sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Let there be light: and there was light

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, look, look
I can't relate to you n*ggas, your sh*t is not relatable
Grimiest of all time, that sh*t is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop when I'm poppin' the K at you
No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (Nah)
This sh*t is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from when them n*ggas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That sh*t is not explainable (Ha)
Free them n*ggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them the n*ggas I jot my pages to
Them young n*ggas with 30-shot Glocks to flame at you
n*ggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few
"Ayo, Machine, them n*ggas not the same as you
Them n*ggas playin' crazy but them n*ggas not insane as you"
b*tch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
b*tch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed-up rap n*gga was talkin' reckless
On the internet and sh*t, that kinda sh*t I don't respect it
Tell you once, leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your f*ckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie
Them b*tch n*ggas know me, ha, yeah
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, your bottle green, my sh*t clear
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (Skrt)
Wooyoungmi kick rocker
Load the MAC up and gift shop it (Grr)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn]
I get the shottie from the drawer (Talk to 'em)
Uh, another body finna fall
I move the product to the zombies in the hall
Aim good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in the wall (Hahaha)
I put buck fifties on the side of n*ggas' jaws
They don't want problems at all, I know a lot of n*ggas soft, uh
I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall
Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw, uh (Cash)
Whip the white 'til the sh*t fluff, uh
sh*t on my wrist costs a brick plus
Fif' tucked, run up on me get your sh*t bust (Brrt, brrt)
Hit six plus times, got you zipped up
Black bag that, your body like my last track
I turn my hat back, my young'un poppin' at your dad hat
That's facts, I had to bag crack just to have racks
Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast tracks
Had straps hid under the porch and where the trash at
Jack boys kick your door down, where the cash at? (Grr)
Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat
Machine, b*tch, brah, brah, hashtag that (Machine, n*gga)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, your bottle green, my sh*t clear
Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (Skrt)
Wooyoungmi kick rocker
Load the MAC up and gift shop it (Grr)

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
When these come out, Ronnie?
My Pyers smellin' like a p*ssy lobby
These n*ggas on some ho sh*t
Stocking on my face on some '94 Ghost sh*t
Stocking on my face, n*gga
On some '94 Ghost sh*t