Inertia lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
(Oh my God)
This be the ghosts
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[Verse 1: Styles P]
Gettin' to the guap, snoopin' on the raw, though
Not runnin' from the law, no
Runnin' from the law but you cross me
You won't get f*cked like a porno
Ammo with the switch, that is not my steez
Off the game but connected with n*ggas from [?]
If you dream of killin' me, when you wake, you better scream
I'm sorry, ghosts, I take shrooms, like I'm Mario
Luigi, not in the car, I'm in the 'Rari, though
Maybe the Lambo, the Porsche with the Sicario
With some black gorilla n*ggas
But even all alone, I'm still with a killer, n*gga
But I ain't tryna kill, I just want the bills and the check
I'm just tryna stretch, you just wanna flex
Part Malcolm, part Diem, one third of the ello
[?] I keep it mellow but the spot marks X
I ain't dead but I'm doin' well, just for context, ghosts

[Verse 2: Franco East]
Ayy, sh— look, ayy
Brown boy kept the grain in the basement, call it segregation
Tryna keep up out the p*ss and tryna stop his constipation
Been new, I was the sh*t since eyebrows were slit
And all my older cousins pick seeds out of they zips
Thank God for legalizing
Deaf to a gatekeeper soon as it let a real one in town, enterprising
But I can't rid you drive it, know I can't play Adonis
You are not my mans if them boys won like a synthesizer
I don't trip off things I can't change
You psilocybin while the moves is silent, let them onto sirens, it advice 'em
You actin' like that SZA song, when the crowd don't sing along, sh*t
It doesn't mean that you follow it, still aced to the bone like crossroads
You in that house, I own that b*tch, a young Grant Cardone
Goin' postal in the post, I let you postpone
Ironic how the glass shards throwin' the most stones, I wish you would
[Verse 3: Xavy Rusan]
I'm on the move like inertia
You know I'm what they sayin' 'bout an object in motion
These n*ggas plottin' and hoppin' I can't get down on a wishing star
I really wish a n*gga would
Act like he don't see me in the city eatin', livin' good
Different city, different hood, still we play the same game
Exit out the back while b*tches chantin' out my stage name
Hold my self accountable, I let you play the blame game
Character development, I see you still the same lame
We been droppin' pressure, even all my haters gotta love it
Tryna get a minute from a MAC'll put you out of budget
Not a stain on me, if I wore it, you ain't gotta scrub it
Shawty turn a head, she out here actin' like we not in public
Well, f*ck it, suck it, we be home in a minute
Got my windows untinted, so you know who was in it
Hotbox in thirty minutes, so you know how we scented
I give a f*ck about the timid, tell the Lord to descend it
The more that we winnin', the more that n*ggas saw that we did it
He swore he did digits, I was pretty sure that he didn't
I told him, "You ain't gotta lie to kick it"
I could dig it, tell the truth
I've been on my sh*t, come take a whiff and you could smell the proof, n*gga
(Oh my God)