Styles P - PRhyme Ghost lyrics

[Verse 1: Fortes] No rushin' greatness, whole bunch of patience Paranoia too, I think I just saw an agent Caught up in the matrix Thought of every outcome to every single situation Work like I've never been vacation I don't need to soul-search, or try to find a pa**ion Rappers can't rap now, so they tryin' fashion Posin', Vogue-in', they want to be on Maxim I'm laughin' as I'm rappin' cause I know it's time for action You're the type to read a book and skim a page Not inhale when you blaze, forgive me, I'm in a phase Spotlight on the center stage, give me praise while I'm livin' I am clutch, I am driven, I am givin' people gems Up to them if they listen, everything is math and science I'm formin' a rap alliance, sometimes we resort to violence Wait until you hear the ghost like we're recordin' silence The white noise, yeah, the right noise [Verse 2: Styles P] Yeah, shout out Nickel and Preemo though Forty-four long on one of Biggie's Moscino hoes Shoot it, throw it like Dan Marino, yo Bury him in the desert, I watch too much Casino, yo The problem: it's no desert here Shoot him with Desert then, I made myself very clear Memoirs of a mad man's memory Fortes probably lightin' weed by the cemetery Me, I rock a tank top in February, Goose when it's July f** you and that ho you flew out to Dubai We ask to keep (-), yeah, I'm probably on a new high Call that sh** my new ride I make you duck down like I'm 'Dru Ha' They know it's me cause the odor reeks Automatic gun, they think I came with a (-) Jedi on 'shrooms, yeah, I can hear Yoda speak I hustle f**ed up, then I probably make my quarter geek You don't get it, you dumbf** Then blame it on dumb luck when you leavin' the dump truck Cause I don't give a f** when I'm lettin' the gun buck Yeah, n***a Me verse you is like a wolf verse a Yorkie, n***a I see you sweet, but you salty, n***a Ain't my fault, so why the f** would you fault me, n***a?