Styles P - Ghost (Cost) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm African, sh**, I rain dance Grab my liquor and bebop and do the pain dance sh**, I listen to Kendrick, Sir Jimi Hendrix In school, they put hard and the card in my index My momma gave her son the paper towel and Windex Told the boy, 'Clean', but he starin' at the scene Fast cars and pretty women, pockets full of green Like, 'One day I have all that sh**' Then one day I had all that sh** They call me Fortune-Tellin' Ghost how I call that sh** If you on the wrong path, I know it, I took the same tracks Except, I hear my final destination and came back Explain that, I slang crack Rob sh**, they tried to bang on me, then I banged back But then you're high off the weed and you're starin' at your seeds Like, 'Where the f** my friends at?' When you cool, they think you soft When you hard, they think you off How the f** you rearrange that? I sat back and did the math I been to hell and back and twice paid my dues, no change back No complaints, I just asked, 'Where the strains at?' It seem to be seen laided up, where the planes at? I meet you at the rendezvous, yeah, cause I be on the runway too Déjà vu 'bout gunplay too God, forgive us cause we hustle on Sunday too Miss a soul cause we probably missin' out on that Sunday food Ain't no family at the table cause you thinkin' 'bout the label And the block and what the sales on Monday do Yeah, and then Tuesday too Missed the week cause that's what puday do We own the night, but figure what the new day do [Outro] What up? Ghost, yeah