Ghost - Locksmith, Jarren Benton

K-K-Kato on the track, bitch

Black Cloud

Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit)

Fake motherfuckers get away (get away)

We don’t give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don’t give a fuck)

We been counting money all day

I been on the grind all year

I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah)

I been pressing line after line

I been doing quite fine, I ain’t worried 'bout them

Yeah, how do I make a marker?

How do I break the plain?

How do I fashion out of nothing, enough to finally sustain?

How do I take a notion and focus and not lick the game?

How do I tunnel through the sewage and never show 'em a stain vein?

Pure vanity, candidly I was speaking

Fascinated with fame, my desire started to peak and

I’m taking a route and making a lane that none of you here were seeking

Cause most of these rappers now be reaching

I’m willing to bet the scars and the bruises, they intermediate muses

Sacrifices in crisis, that violently left them clueless

Every slip is a lesson, I’m fully reaping the usage

So what if they sleeping on me, now they lose it

I’m used to the pessimism, I need the discouragement

I encourage it

Every verse is a surgeon, an inclination for nourishment

Every stress is a test and a testament to 'em flourishing

I’m putting my flag down till it’s permanent, I concur

Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit)

Fake motherfuckers get away (get away)

We don’t give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don’t give a fuck)

We been counting money all day

I been on the grind all year

I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah)

I been pressing line after line

I been doing quite fine, I ain’t worried 'bout them

Niggas shit on you then turn around and praise you in death

Fuck that fake love, I’d rather take a stake through the chest

Gimme the roses while I’m breathing

Don’t wait till I’m a corpse to show remorse

You gotta go through rigor mortis for support

Hate us a pistol, a plastic straw, smack the bitch

Niggas bodies get wrapped with a bag of gauze

Bodies get hat with sauce, these be bitches packed with flaws

So she put them filters on thinking that will attract the boss

Scrubs on the street say he clutching the heat

How she party in Belize but still get government cheese

Moral of the story, half the shit you see is a scam

Niggas do anything for a hit on the gram (clout)

Two turntables and a mic in my hand

Niggas dying from syrup, dirty sprite, and them xans (ugh)

If I don’t get rich bitch, I’ma go nuts

When you die that’s when your sales go up

What the fuck

Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit)

Fake motherfuckers get away (get away)

We don’t give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don’t give a fuck)

We been counting money all day

I been on the grind all year

I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah)

I been pressing line after line

I been doing quite fine, I ain’t worried 'bout them

I am the definition of self-sustainable, never would say I’m full

Never would take a hand, I’d bite my tongue to play the fool

I’m making a mark, you’re making a mockery portraying cool

You’d rather be unpaid or unrelatable

I’d never accept either

I believe that my circumstances are blessings

Self-examination accumulated aggression

I’m pressing to break the status quo

I’m taking your view, shaking the rules

And making a muse, in my habitation I had to grow

Flow is my ammunition but it ain’t just my plan and mission

To feed you misleading lyrics, leave you in panic fishing

But I need you to stand and listen, this is my testimony

Went from being broke to turning down what ain’t destined for me

I formally disagree with the office they pitching me

Picture me following suit, tie the suit that they pick for me

Victory is in my foresight

I follow my heart and just ignore hype

This is my declaration for more right

Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit)

Fake motherfuckers eat a dick

I’m steadily gaining more, more men, and with more venom

Really I’m bored with 'em

Well then I wipe 'em out with metaphors, get 'em

Murder 'em all, reversing the ball, swinging the pendulum, you

Taking advantage of niggas who never knew nothing just to advance few

Get in the game, willing to claim what they can never do

I’m defiant, never compliant, fuck it, I always spit the truth

You been used to these niggas rapping with no condimental traction

And take a potential action to end it in simple fashion

You sick cause you into fast shit

I’m sick cause my lyrics gassin'

Ready to raise the bar, every bar is essential, ask 'em

This is what you ask for, you willing to bleed

I’m willing to crash for, delete for my social media dashboard

You dash toward what you think is your only voice

Niggas will follow anything if you never give 'em a choice

Real motherfuckers do real shit (real shit)

Fake motherfuckers get away (get away)

We don’t give a fuck how you feel bitch (we don’t give a fuck)

We been counting money all day

I been on the grind all year

I been getting mine aw yeah (yeah, yeah)

I been pressing line after line

I been doing quite fine, I ain’t worried 'bout them