The Touch

The Touch
Young Cobain with a XLT
In the back of the red Marquis
Got a pretty brunette tied up with a gag in her mouth but I'm making sure she can breathe
That's on me
White ghost with a "e"
You bumping my shit while disturbing the peace
Every bad thing that you ever let cross your brain
See I make it reality
Remember that dang bitch want sympathy
You get none from me
Talk shit then you wanna be tight with me
Only thing that you finna get is lead, homie
But ole JGRXXN run up in your crib with a ski mask on
With a red magnum in your fuc*** desk
Schema the team
RIP to the "used to be's" and the "trying to be's"

GHOSTE
Pass me the Glock
Drive by in the schema on the
You can see the red beam
F*** you boys mean?
I'm aiming at your back
Watch it exit out your spleen, homie
Damn
Could it be he?
That was bumping your gums
Talking about you got the chips
You ran up on the crust
So your ass got touched
The Schemaposse in the house
Those chains better be on tight
That Schema shit