Lyrics Whistle - The Ghost

By the time I die, I'm going down as a goat
Get my words twisted nigga, the its ghost
Easily I do it, when I'm creating these movements
Fuck love put an arrow through the heart of cupid
Contradiction cuz I love everything that I'm doing
I don't love these bitches I ain't never been that stupid
I know the nature only showing up when I bang her
Then its back to my purpose creating all these bangers
Who gon make it, I've always been writing tight amazing
Considered greatness every time that I'm dropping the latest
Love it or hate it I'm still going to find my way in to take it
Stay on real shit I never adapted to the fakeness
Its only Mike, I'm blowing it up like dynamite
I'm Rudy Ray wanting Moore like my name was Dolemite
Snatch it out your hands if you don't let me hold the mic
I came up out of nowhere not the one you supposed to like