Ghost کے بول

I’ve got goosebumps at the tip of my tongue (tell ‘em!) I wanna stop slaying but the damage is done I keep on replaying but my visions are sick (sick!) Cause I'm a loose cannon shooting when it comes to the grips Boast ghost, slain for the winner (uh!) Like a choke hold air gets thinner We both know ain’t nothing better (yeah!) No joke, coming like a killa What you’re about to see is not for free No, I ain’t got time for apologies I'm a south boy killa (ay!) No scope headshot winner (okay!) I can feel something staring at me I can feel something staring at me On and on the story goes Possеssing me inside It speaks to mе and tells me things I have nowhere to hide Set the stage and turn the page Eternities collide On and on the haunting goes The death in me subsides Hook What? Tell ‘em! South boy killa, south boy killa Yeah! Verse 2 I’ve got hair standing on the back of my neck (ooh!) I Wanna start screaming 'cause the feeling’s legit I’ll never stop spitting what I get in my brain (what, what?) Cause I'm a flame getting, soul bringing, son of a king Watch your world shake, watch your world shake Watch your world shake, watch your world shake, uh Watch your world shake, watch your world shake Watch your world shake, watch your world shake Watch your world shake, call it earthquake Jumping on the truth, ballin’ till I break, ask me for a taste Now your dome’s split, and I won’t quit ‘Till the ghost says so, sucka now you feeling it