Ghostwriter lyrics

[Intro]
Fat boy behind a lot of your favorite flows, man
Pay attention (uh)

[Verse 1]
Ghostwriter, blunt lighter
Write a rapper's song, then go buy a home
Lyrics they recite, these are words I own
Every album that I made, I did it on my own
Melodies that I would barter, any label the starter
Any n*gga with cheddar, I bet I can make it better
Wanna live the life, so they gotta pay the fee
Last ten years, everybody came to me
Politicians, propositions, bottom b*tches washing dishes
No auditions for these b*tches, many scriptures we've written
Came from the mud, I used to p*ss in the tub
If you never felt love, then I considered you blood
Charging for the verses, throw in the chorus
Slip-N-Slide f*cked me, friendship was then aborted
Publishing was something I would have to earn back
So I wrote so many songs I would deserve that
In return, I wrote them things that would alter the world
Could say some names, many names as my words'll confirm
As my words'll confirm
As my words'll confirm

[Hook]
It gets so lonely at the top
It gets so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
It be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
Uh, I be so lonely at the top

[Verse 2]
Fell in love with the travel, carry-ons and what have you
If a n*gga came at you, then he was trying to pat you
Ghostwriter put a check on a n*ggas head
You never knew I let the table, 'cause he hid his hand
Remember receiving words of wisdom from Jimmy Henchman
I lit a blunt in his honor when he received his sentence
So many successful entertainers with tax problems
DMX went homeless, and heard he back robbing
Rozay won't be a old n*gga with back problems
In the back of the Maybach with black Tanya
I went out the *** when I kicked it with ***
Met *** for the first, all the things I could say
[Hook]
It gets so lonely at the top
It gets so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top

[Verse 3]
My ego's intact, my pen is unique
Any pressure, we come with sticks like they do at Philippe's
God gave me a gift, therefore I shared it with them
Ghostwriter publisher, such a beautiful friend
We give them the slang, we lease them the swag
Tell them where they can hang, tell them what they should wear
Cheers to the hustlers, b*tches who wanna f*ck us
Ghostwriter never know when they coming to touch us
My team in fatigues, diamonds drip to my knees
Mike Caren a leach, you all be deceased
Culture is mine, these words I define
If you need you a hit, I could give you some lines
I could pick you the beat, I should write you the hook
You should sit back and smoke, all royalties took
All royalties took (ha ha ha ha)
All royalties took
[Hook]
It gets so lonely at the top
It gets so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
I get so lonely at the top
It be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top
I be so lonely at the top