Текст песни Ghost Town - Moxas

I might pull up to your hometown, turn it into a Ghost Town
Back in the day they was so loud, now they ain′t making no sound
Everyone know I'm so profound, did it all on my own now
Now I got me my own sound, treat this shit like a showdown, Yeah

Aye, in my ways
Did my thing
For 5 chains
Whippin′ Range
Never give a fuck about a single thing
Gotta tell a pussy nigga "You A Lame"
Pull up, jeans yuh
Pull off, skrrt, aye
Dirt, aye
Put em in dirt yeah
I give em the work yeah
Man I used to read the comments, aye
Now I cannot read the comments, aye
Don't pay attention to drama, aye
I'm only focused on commas, huh
I ain′t never been a comma, aye
I ain′t never been a mark, hmm
Take a shot at em in dark, got a loaded clip, I ain't talkin′ darts yeah
I gotta target
Paint him in red like he Target
He was a bitch so he barkin'
You wasn′t here when I started, why in the fuck is you trying to eat off my market
Mark it
I be makin' movies all these niggas they be painting they picture in marker
They know my heart getting darker
They know my heart getting darker, darker yeah

I might pull up to your hometown, turn it into a Ghost Town
Back in the day they was so loud, now they ain′t making no sound
Everyone know I'm so profound, did it all on my own now
Now I got me my own sound, treat this shit like a showdown, Yeah

Aye, in my ways
Did my thing
For 5 chains
Whippin' Range
On my brain
Pop no xans, not my thing
At my show, with my gang
We go cray, we get late
We get paid, we get money yeah we get pay, we get pay