Ghost

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost don't pose and I don't post

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost

Pickin' me a winner

Picky hair an' I was a little bit thinner

3310 with a customised ringer

I was tryna holla at lavinia

But she weren't ina

Cos I was a sinner

Thought I was a minger

Never had a Bimmer

Rollin' through the ends on a stolen aprillia

Waiting for the dominos guy to deliver

For a free dinner

Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner

Never was a singer

I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner

Wagwan killer

Yeah that's my nigga

Talk about race but its just way bigger

I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter

Done with the jibba

Cry me a river

Say it to my face or say it to my trigger

You go figure or reconsider

Indian giver

Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla

And she can bring a indian with her

I just want a bosom for a pillow

An' I got a little bit o skrilla

We can get a boat and we can get a villa

Or we can be on South Beach real nigga liver

All killer no filler

I don't wanna brag or boast

I don't cater and I don't host

When they ask what I do I say I do the most

Then I get ghost on the coast like I am supposed

Don't pose and I do not post

And that's why these girls wanna try play me

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost don't pose and I don't post

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost

They ain't put food on my table

I rock the cradle

Big dirty stinkin' logo I rock the label

I've been doin' this since cable

I was on the graveyard shift in the studio

Only popped out for a salt beef bagel

I was on the roads when it was unstable

I'm not an angel

Beef had more than a plate full

But I ain't hateful

Born in the 80s

Year of the able

Come back 18

Coulda been facial

Raised in the 90s

It was still racial

Bloody disgraceful

Why are these youts so bloody ungrateful

Talk about grime like I ain't a staple

I was on the mic when you was in playschool

Stabbed six times yo it could have been fateful

Would have been 6 foot deep on my bredrin's tshirt lookin' distasteful

Would have been wasteful

Never would have seen the Caribbean in April

Shackin' up with Rachel

Givin' her a faceful

Never would have been seven figures deep

Walkin' down the street with a gorgeous freak in a chief

Screamin' come out the way fool

I don't wanna brag or boast

I don't cater and I don't host

When they ask what I do I say I do the most

Then I get ghost on the coast like I am supposed

Don't pose and I do not post

And that's why these girls wanna try play me

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost don't pose and I don't post

Close close wanna get close on the coast

Ghost ghost