Lyrics holy ghost - 1800caleb

Dear Caleb, you the future of hip hop
You ain't grow up on no block
You neglected to sell rocks
Suit and ties with the dress pants
Flooded with the black socks
My reign so long Noah's ark became a gift shop
Ima flood the whole team with some Rolexes
Get one for both sexes, Alexis but no Texas
A Lexus with tints to blow smoke wallet infectious
No school in session
Foster child to the great depression
No stranger to friendly competition
Only practice and repetition
Seen careers rise and fall
Broken up like new edition
Am to the pm
From the pm to the am
Funds dispersing like a atm
My sun is shining
Thank you come again

Yeah
You know Ima let this play right here
This shit sound so beautiful
Yeah
Sound like the sun shining on you
You know you riding through the city
You riding through the town
Wherever you are
You got your sunglasses on
Just cruising in the wind
The sun all on yo skin

Yeah, Yeah

My dearest hip hop
Niggas lame you don't need em
Relationships are tricky you can never believe em
They ain't succeeding
Or achieving they goals
They still leaching off a song
That they barely even sold
I been practicing my craft like surgical precision
Treat these niggas like children
Cause they hardly ever listen
Searching for the opps
They call me Bush after nine-eleven
What presidents you think gon make it to heaven?

And Ima son em again
Time for the sun to come again
The sun goes down, you seem to run again
I told you, Caleb is the son of sin
Not even Jesus could save him
Sunset gelato fucking up my lungs
Superman Kush got me flying laps around the sun
No production only bums
I'll let you run
Got both hands tied behind my back
Sharing bars, why would you ever do that?
I'll never let you go
Hip hops great grandson
Dropping bodies like the holy ghost