GHOST IN THE NY SHELL (BOTTOM TO BILLION) Lyrics

To anyone that ever disrespected me fuck you

You don't know me

Or what I go through

Selfish shellfish

Crabs don't make it through

Now you in the hot water

Nigga you food

Dumbo

I ain't even mad 

I'm addressing what's in the room

I don't wanna hear no lip from you

 if you don't make more moves than me

Lately ain't nobody really moving me

Niggas whack but the fans still clap

How the bar got so low

None of they collabos touching my solos

Move like water

Flow like Katara

Ghost in the NY shell need power

What happened to humble beginnings

Pay homage to fathers who help you get farther

I'm sorry I'm gifted and working way harder

I'm sorry your sorries just ain't that important

Ego season got you in yo feelings real really frequent

Quarantining while you sleeping 

I move in silent reason

Jesus I body verses spirits leaking like holy treason

Meaning my flow is hot as angels like Satan Garden(guarding) Eden

Big talk, Big talk

I hate it, hate it

Big talk, Big talk

I hate it, hate it

Started from the bottom

To billion, billion

I try to pray away the pain

But you wanna stop me 

And I might go insane

Crocodile tears on your face

See everything you copy

Lonely lonely road i find my inner peace

But I'm still young and ruthless 

Fuck my enemies

And Fuck the industry

They don't just take a peace

Shit bigger than you and me

I don't wanna be compared to a artist worse than me

99.9% of these niggas could learn from me

I am a ghost 

Everywhere and nowhere at the same time

I'm a ghost

Soul reaper going Columbine like woah

Pull up with a poltergeist

Take a chance nigga roll the dice 

No pachinko 

See my hands cold as ice 

But in the stu' I could burn the mic 

Dante with the woah

Real ting 

I'm on a whole different time

What you think

Fuck the Kool-Aid I don't drink

But henny think could happen when you fuck with a king