Street Radio - Deeper Than Most lyrics

[Movie sample] Turnt on the TV this morning. They had this sh** on about 'bout living in a violent, a violent world. Started thinking man Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's Going on in the hood... [Verse 1] The Ghost is deeper than most is Leave out the house grab the toaster, stuck in the sofa Pop in the clip, hop in the whip, tryna get the last drop 'fore it drip Hoody 'tire, any hood he ride Fall back get good and high Where the phone at, next to the cognac Bring your chrome at wherever you bone at, it's on, Black But you should've known that I hit a dutch, hit another one and rip a clutch I get your block blickied up, b**h n***a what It feel good to hear the real hood I could then and I still could Cause my 9-mil is real good I'm coming for you then I'm gunning for you I don't get blunted with you get hundreds with you b**h n***a I'mma k** you if I want it with you You can join on the list and get your number issued [Talking] You know my main problem in life, is being too hungry I stay focused n***a. I'm on top of my game [Verse 2] Catch me where the haze is sticky like gum is The guns is louder than thunder You can get rained on, depending which cloud that you under Ain't nothing fouler than hunger, I wonder About a lot of sh**, you ever shot a clip or got a brick Me I did a lot of sh** But no scholarship, give a crackhead the keys, let him polish it Street life, don't abolish it They breaking rules now, making ratting seem cool now You should bat the f**ing fool down Learned the game from a old timer Big money made the hoes finer Why you think he sold china? I could dig it like a gold miner I ain't lame and I can't forget the game with Alzheimer's This is SP the Ghost Puffing on a bone, when I zone it affects me the most [Talking] I'm pa**ionate about what I do. The streets affects me In a very major way. I'm close to the concrete. I believe What I say [Verse 3] Pocket full of DPs, honey from DC Cayenne with the TV, living is easy Back in sixth grade, who would believe me Switchblade crazy wear my clothes looking greasy Now I'm the boss of the bosses If you think you married to the streets I could make you divorce it Always hear me speak on the Porsches I think it's the horses, and how it zig-zag on the courses Big bags of money, try grabbing a fortune The wheel get real, gotta spin it with caution I ain't really into the flossing I'mma stay dark, follow you home, get into your portion The guns on fire like stovetops I think you on the road to perdition And, here's where the road stop I ain't tryna fall, I just want it all Why'on't you let me get the ball, I'mma show you the globetrot [Talking] Everybody need a turn. This time is mines. And if I fail This time, I be up at bat again and again and again and again... Sometimes you gotta accept where you coming from. But matter Fact, f** that. I'm kicking down the door. I'm on your a** n***as. Watch me. SP the Ghost