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Jeezy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Holy Ghost Lyrics - Jeezy

What's in the back of my mind, sittin' in the back of that thang 

With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain 

Anywhere but here, that's what I told my chauffeur 

And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders 

Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue 

Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you 

I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls 

Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all 

Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you 

Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue 

You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes 

But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules 

So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga 

Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga 

I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same 

I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game 

 

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Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him 

We lust for alcohol and we love women 

And ain't nobody gave us nothing, so we drug dealing 

You know we copping Louie loafers just to thug in 'em 

And when you made it that far, you should be makinga toast 

Got the seats reclined and I be doing the most 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

 

I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal 

Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile 

I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road 

We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes 

Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted 

Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted 

Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack 

Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back 

And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers 

Fuck everyone in this world as long as we have each other 

Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge 

Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large 

Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill 

And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it 

You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya 

But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya 

 

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Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him 

We lust for alcohol and we love women 

And ain't nobody gave us nothing, so we drug dealing 

You know we copping Louie loafers just to thug in 'em 

And when you made it that far, you should be makinga toast 

Got the seats reclined and I be doing the most 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

 

How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint 

Sippin' good in the back, I'm like fuck it, I'm bent 

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense 

They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense 

Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate 

And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate 

Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go 

I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show 

Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit 

Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick 

Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong? 

When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong 

See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself 

I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself 

And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced 

Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent 

 

Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him 

We lust for alcohol and we love women 

And ain't nobody gave us nothing, so we drug dealing 

You know we copping Louie loafers just to thug in 'em 

And when you made it that far, you should be makinga toast 

Got the seats reclined and I be doing the most 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

In the back of this Holy Ghost 

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