Real Ghost chords by OT the Real, Styles P

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Verse 1
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This OT, the real, is some strong shit.
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Fanta Slice, loose, yeah, just like that.
Em 
You never was safe,
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get the mask with the president's face,
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Em 
Forget the bills with the president's face,
Be the homie,
leave you dead in your place,
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That's why the iron on my waist,
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I spit lead in your face,
Em 
Keep the lawyer on the side,
a little bread for the case,
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Thinking I  should kill him now,
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but it's better to waste,
Em 
The cake, M .Y. State, N .Y.
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If you double -cross a killer,
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know that some men ride
Em 
Know that some men fly off the roof
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They ain't got wings
when they layin'
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Understand that some men die
Em 
Speakin' with the chihos,
familiar with a kilo
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Uzi and the goose
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Em 
when the weather's below zer o
Bark and the bamboo,
Beretta and the Benz
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I'm a bandit but I'm blessed,
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ain't shit I can't handle
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Yeah, got a gun big as Van der Sleize
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And every time I spit, say, he's nice
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Free big men, upstate day run,
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Brody the big fan
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Watch your feet, streets is like quicksand
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An  d no one's here to offer help,
out here we offer self
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My fiend gon' keep on getting  on
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until he off himself
Call me Kyrie, got it handled, I ran crews
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Put my life savings in these re -ups,
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my man too
Em 
Some people try to climb walls,
I just ran through
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We still alive and still free,
Em 
cause they can't prove
Half the shit we did,
uh, not even a tenth of it
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Where I'm from, people hit licks
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and pay their rent with it
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They gave everybody free money,
you started spendin' it
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Talkin' how you next,
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but was scared to ever invest in it
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Real jewels, the white shortage
up the krills too
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350 a ballgame, whatever's left,
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we'll move
The pounds all up at the bottom,
grew some mildew
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I told the farmer, we gon' split that loss
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or we gon' kill you
Yeah, until my money tossed
Van to slice
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We couldn't cope with the Swords,
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with the Samurais.
Evil Empire
We're really outside