Lil Chilly - Ghost of a Soldier

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, ghost of soldier
I be throwing down the rocks ain’t no boulder
I just a hit a double lick off my shoulder
The plays that i keep making are getting real colder
That’s in the folder
Yeah
I just keep rapping like kendrick lamar
The plays that i’m making are just so bizarre
Now i’m finna race you in my sports car
Now i’m finna smoke you ain’t no cigar
Look at the mirror and i’m gon be a star
I’m not talking no chocolate but i’m spitting bars
Going to space like a mission to mars
Now i’m kicking it back i ain’t talking neymar
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Reclining my seat and i watch like a movie
Finna go raise up the heat, jacuzzi
Blending these rappers, no smoothie
Some of these rappers are just acting goofy
I’m with the gang, the squad, the groupie
I’m on the floor and i’m getting real groovy
Hit you with the choppa hit you with the uzi
Yeah, eat up the plate, the bowl, the cereal
Throwing the brick, it’s my favorite material
I’m killing the beat but i’m not talking serial
Performing in the cafeteria
Take yo word to the grave
I do not fall but i making the waves
My mansion called the chillycave
See you chasing all the fame
They know i might make it rain
Rapping, spitting, in the game
Raising fires, raising flames
Hitting you, got perfect aim
I’m like a picture, i’m getting framed
I just want you to know my name
I just want you to know my name
I just want you to know my
(beat switch)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, i was a soldier but i am a ghost
To all the great memories raising a toast
I’m making the party so i am the host
I am lil chilly i’m doing the most
We at the barbeque we at the roast
Giving the flowers away, take a rose
I’m a rapper and i am a pro
I am lil chilly but i am not froze
I am lil chilly and that way you know
I am lil chilly and i’m boutta pose
I am lil chilly i got drippy clothes
I am lil chilly i‘m stacking the dough
I am lil chilly and i know my lows
I am lil chilly but i am not slow
I am lil chilly and you know i’ll go
I am lil chilly i am a ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, please do not play the flute
Or else i might have to shoot (yeah)
Please do not find the loot
Or else i put you on the news (yeah)
Running up bands and bands you know that i’m making the money (yeah)
Jumping the gates and fences you know i hop like a bunny (let’s go)
I’m blending in with scene but no i’m not talking no mummy (yeah)
They think that lil chilly a joke but nothing i talk bout’ is funny (yeah)
Yeah, stop wait the beat boutta get expensive
I’m hearing your lyrics they incomprehensive
I’m hearing your lyrics they really offensive
I’m raising flames and i’m raising the tension
Look at my lyrics filled with the six senses
Hopping the gates, hopping the fences
I cannot see straight put on the lenses
Stop wait you boutta get defensive
Stop wait the beat boutta get suspensive
I am a ghost of a soldier
Yeah, i am a ghost of a soldier