Life on the edge

(Bur*2)Don't need ya all in mine im just living my life on the edge looking fo some

revenge on these bitches look at my riches so what's tha business(Ver.1)Got no hoe

yo so go to one of my show's in the ghetto laced from head to toe check your ego

don't be no hero bro still ridden in my low low check out my logo we can blow some

doe doe pay attention to the words in my flow see tha way these bitches glow on

our way to tha store asking me bout tha pages that I tore to spit game at a whore

aint no shame calling us lame fuck the fame now yall can see it in plane sight taking

flight despite the media 36O so I'm riding round with that nina I tried to tell them I'm

one of the meana ive seena whole lotta drama so save it fo yo momma(Bur*2)

(Ver.2)Say that we aint nobody just look at what we are goin thru I grew out of

wanting to be like you an focused on bein me just another heath in the street one

of the most elite don't come up to me imma make ya bleed then spread my seed

skete skete g'd up from the feet up who wants some put put wat wat my enemies

be sayin who is he thinkin that im a wanna bee I don't care how ya feel imma kill

this motha fuckin beat do ya feel tha heat my friend we gon meet at the last house

on the dead end street pull out my nine don't get outta line It’s whatever, you shine

I shine in the sunshine we can design these rhymes when you ignore my door Im

out to get more fo sure all I want is fo Bone to reassure me bout goin on tour cuz

we ready fo war(Bur*2)(Ver.3)All we do is smoke dro watching me in the reflection

my expression is suffering from depression mix it with weapons just listen fo the

pain in these rhymes thinkin bout all these dimes that cant reach me when im in

the street motha fuckas talkin shit behind my back that's a fact follow me imma

attack they cant stop me from stacking money calling me the dummy one reachin

fo my gun an blow away the sun still having fun I aint gotta run away imma stay in

my place erase yo face don't catch no case making music at my own pace you want

a taste of my race what a waste of talent left me abandoned when I needed you the

most Ghost is the host imma boast an make a toast to the good life cuz it's a terrible

thing to waste we out the gate from state to state don't playa hate(Bur*2)