I I I I I Got
Dreams of the money
Watch me stunt in that Lincoln

Catch me out there in Cali
2 Ws and Im sipping
Im whipping an automatic

Chasing after these figures
410 Repping
And there aint nothing bigger

It go
1 for the money
2 for the haters

3 for my team Ghost Nation we gon make it
I put on for my county 410 finna shine
A younging from the suburbs on his grind






For this rap thing got a grade A
410 to the burgh still pay day

Push weight as I pass through
With a snapback but no tattoos
Got a back pack in college

Pittsburgh is where im housing
But I still rep that 410 I was born here so I got it
Put the county on my back so when I get rich we get lit

My team small but make moves Ghost Nation Gon get big
Cash down and we pocket
We swagged out and we rocking

Get my CD when I pass out these freebies better cop it
Got a dream team so we all round
We spit Heat they want fouls

Aiming for the ring so we ball out see us in the game D Wade King James better calm down
Sick flow I spit cold a 16 for six more
Zeros on my cash flow need a remote to fast forward

Till my dreams old
And you see me on your screen going
HAM on the beat with these fans at my feet

And they Scream Ghost
This mean mode but she blow for the green like she Shego
In this town don't need doe cause we know they team hoe






I I I Came through with tall words
In this race I see all dirt

Infront of me cause aint nobody in front of me
This hard work
I put my heart and soul into this music

Now im hoping that you people get influenced
By these bricks that I am moving
Or this %#@! that I am doing

Cause I swear it saved my life
I was a no gain but I know pain kid
Until im writing down

My thoughts
On this paper
Go Hard

Hi Haters
Black and purple shine two rays five slinging
Ravens!

Im so synical
Any given day I can get into a cypher with flames from my writtens
Or my free style

Killing cats...!@#(
6-9-5 We wild
We live and we strive to steer clear from

Dick Riders
We ride till we die for the people that
stick by us

Aint nobody realer
And aint nobody iller
I got beats in the grave im a cold blooded killer

While living in my home
And ridiculous with the lyrics that he kicking out the most
Of the simplistic material
Finna go in on enemies in a minute and then admit
He aint never met anyone anywhere he aint better than.