Ghostly Flows and Hustler’s Oath: Lyrics of Ambition and Resilience

I’m bringing up here, chopper don’t fail. Money get late, the pussy go away. The money I chase, don’t worry we don’t break. Killin’ my pace, I’m in my safe. Ay, now hand me that tape, can’t toast. With the blood, with the blood. Getting wet, can’t tone. Telling bills, selling seals, and it’s faxing. I ain’t tryna whack you too emotional. That shit scared the shit out of me. Oh, made it out the hood. Had to bounce right free. Y’all had to get snaked. Drop out on the count like this. Got a new house in the condo, where I keep my shit. I gotta shoot straight, better think that. It’ll feel like this. Come back. Ay, flow now. Ay, what the shit? Ay, flow now. What the shit? Ay, what the shit? Ay, swag on me. Got no leg bitch, I’m closing. I’m turning to a ghost. Fuck, bitch, yes I’m closing. Flow now. Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow. Ay, flow now. Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow. Ay, swag on me. Got no leg bitch, I’m closing. I’m turning to a ghost. Fuck, bitch, yes I’m closing.