[Lyric] Ghost (Nissa Seych)

Whipped down by a white impala
Black on black rims, ain't looking like a badder
Windows tinted though ,put it down low, but deep down you really don't like mans color
Can a - man be free? Mans ah speak Lingala
Can a- man be free? Where the wise mandela
Money clean- I got black visa, take flights to ibiza, can afford this leisure
Pray down to my knees- Inshallah
Lord knows I really work hard for my dollar
No 9 - Brah, brah! You'll kill my mother
One time, system down - I been down many times

No no such thing as a lie
They wanna play good , but they not santana
Pull my strings, don't even try to play 'ah ah'ah''fender
And act like saints, while they go dishonour

Always wanna chit chat this
When you ask for answers, nuh discuss this
Where the fuck a ting?, what da shit consist?
Yea I make my money clean, need no bitch
Wah instigate, wanna see my fist
But I show my hands, gold cuffs on wrist
Now they hiss, don't believe me ,why pissed?
Cartier icy, smell like swiss -
Cheese, cheddar, I got not twisties
Better be quick, gotta meet my miss
This weather, I feel so sick
Now the bloc hot, flics wanna take that shit
Black benz and I bought that mansion
And I even got stocks and I saved that pension
Mention me, on road, essentiel
Never been locked or seen detention
Tell me wat u wanna do do (yeh!)
Got me looking like a fool fool (yeh yeh!)
Ghost , Ghost , Ghost , Ghost