Styles P - Freestyle 4 (The Ghost In The Machine) lyrics

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Styles P - Freestyle 4 (The Ghost In The Machine) lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] When the game's seldom, my man's in a cell and it's too close to hell and the pain's overwhelming Only thing he left was his name for his children sh** hurt me bad, said the shame almost k**ed him Dog you ain't to blame, know the game did us reeled in Used to have dames that got brains at the Hilton Even had the Range and the chain that he chilled in Now he just survive off the beast that was built-in I stay strong for him, later on the side for him Cause he a hard n***a, but sh** hard for him I pray to God for him, and me too A lot of n***as see through I ain't tryn'a hear sh** but I need to I'm thugged out but I mutha'f**in read too I'm conscious but I like to blow weed too So I'm complex I'm on the armrest life ain't right yet I stay strong from my fitted to my Nike checks, n***a [Verse 2: Styles P] Keep the mask, like Halloween, on dog Olive green Maserati four-door My ghost asked what I'm poor for? Hit the safe and take more raw That was my into Give it up again, heard it was simple But years later took a toll on my mental Shiiit Now I move with animal instincts Where I'm from you could tell if the sh** stink n***a hustle hard, wear your clothes a week in a row and f** what a b**h think Catch me in something fast, with something stashed Puffin on something fat I know don't nothing last Ride now blow later on 'em Lettin out with Luis shoes, little bit of gator on 'em Pop a bottle if you made it on 'em Tell them n***as you can't lose and don't move cause the eight is on 'em And tell my n***as in jail I'll be waiting on 'em [Verse 3: Styles P] Blow till I'm too high Roll when the crew ride Benz and the Bimmer n***a, still in the hoop ride Raised in a place you was taught how to shoot five Buck ninety something n***a, I could make the coupe fly Hood till the day I die Good with the way I ride Two guns one knife,sh** I'm tryn'a stay alive Twenty on the yack bottle, blowin' on a fifty piece Rap don't work, mutha'f**er I'ma hit the streets Bar codes on the Dutch, now I gotta hit the leak Been up two years straight, dog I don't get to sleep I ain't complain when it was caine money Why complain when it's the game money? If it's out one hand, in the next hand, you ask me, it's the same money Learn the game if you playin it Game if you J'in it Listen to what I say cause I'm sayin it Most n***as don't aim, they be sprayin it

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