odprophet - ghost lyrics
[intro: odprophet]
odprophet
this for all my california collaborators
[chorus: odprophet]
kickin’ back in the trap stackin’ moldy bread (bread)
chopper hit across his neck and make him hold his head
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
[verse 1: odprophet]
i seen a scene of dead bodies in my head
probably stuck inside the matrix, pull this plug out of my neck, shawty
and let me fall out of my embryonic fluid
everybody got the right to go through it, i’m a mess inside this sh_ll case
i guess it’s probably h_ll waitin’
fall from the sky, i’m trying to think of lies to tell satan
i’m done debatin’ if it’s real or not, feel the plot
thinkin’ ten thousand miles away if they can hear the shot
kilowatts pumpin’, i can still hear the glock dumpin’
my older homie told me not something you ain’t got nothin’
got the mob bustin’, you can not trust in
for really this the type of sh_t that get a cop dustin’
[chorus: odprophet]
kickin’ back in the trap stackin’ moldy bread (bread)
chopper hit across his neck and make him hold his head
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
[verse 2: odprophet]
a fever dream or so it seems, just send it down the pipeline
a silhouette of broken dreams, don’t even need to write rhymes
just kinda happens like i’m bleedin’ out a fountain pen
a crowd of demons must be speaking out my mouth again
god tier, look around again, you are not here
dropped the drip under my tongue and sh_t just got weird
seventh level heaven steppin’, i’m exasperated
i spit my spiel for every ghetto in this b_st_rd’s nation
ninth circle, blood curdle when i write virgil
stuff a hemparillo like a pillow when i light herbal
send the smoke up to the heavens where my pops is living
i guess the sky’s the limit, this sh_t is metaphysics
[chorus: odprophet]
kickin’ back in the trap stackin’ moldy bread (bread)
chopper hit across his neck and make him hold his head
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
yoppa sweep across his shins and he just fold his legs
can’t accept it’s time to leave ’cause he don’t know he dead
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