Lyrics Ghost Town (feat. Shandelle) - T Clipse

If I died tomorrow who'd be missing the G?
I'm alive but y'all ain't sticking with me
I've been trynna show love and spread peace
But it's like I'm living in a ghost town
If I died tomorrow who'd be missing the G?
I'm alive but y'all ain't sticking with me
I've been trynna show love and spread peace
But it's like I'm living in a ghost town

Man, how does that work?
Promise I won't be defined by my past work
But my last work spoke to 'em
Some still say he nice with the pen but he mad boring
Listening to albums rather listen to myself
I'm a product of these problems but I fix 'em all myself
Still defined by my car, and my college, and my wealth
I can't help but to feel like I'm stuck on this shelf
By myself, by myself, by myself, with these doubts
By myself, by myself, Ima run all these routes
Ima win, Ima fail, in the end I'll prevail
Ima sip from my grail and you can't live off clout
Y'all keep on wasting my time Ima take it
Dodging these potholes like I'm in the matrix
I live and live 'til I die not a saint but
I'm grinding til I cant relate to complacent
Faces and faces from places and places
I've traveled to one shorty made me a playlist
I missed my chance but mami was put in a trance
Just cause she was loving the cadence
I can not tolerate fakeness
That's why In my district I stay low like bottoms of lakes is
I seen the crowd and I promise they hating
(I) I seen the crown and I'm plotting to take it

If I died tomorrow who'd be missing the G?
I'm alive but y'all ain't sticking with me
I've been trynna show love and spread peace
But it's like I'm living in a ghost town

I learned from the Jays and the Nipseys
To manifest my vision and I been seen
A plan I can follow my dreams are not hollow
I speak but still nobody gets me
Gotta saturate the market
All your eggs in one basket there ain't no hope for the cockpit
Marksman how I aim for starships often
Narcissistic traits y'all that's toxic
Off this need my space like a martian
Marshawn how I lynch the game til its heart stops
Yo what's a G-SHOCK to a Smart Watch?
You're far from my level man it's all talk
Try to mix your own songs we can all watch
And stop rapping like you come from the hard knocks
What's a big bad wolf if it's all bark?
That's a tree with its roots in a large knot
Fake love is first cousins with hating
I learned the game from my first cousins they Haitian
My ancestors were slaves so my hair locked like chains is
Free my brother cause cellblocks get dangerous
Last summer I was slaving til the grave shift
Next summer you can catch me where the planes is
But the past and the future don't mean nun
Presence is a present and you know that Ima take it