I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't

I wasn't shit until I told you Take 7 steps back

Now these bitches throw my picture up and say that I'm they dad

I'm the mac

With a tendency to say just fuck it all and snap

See deep down I think I give a fuck but it's too late for that

You might wanna think twice before you set a foot inside my show

I'm just sayin' it's a 50/50 shot at a broken nose

Why promoters want to book me but they can't spell Ghoste

Y'all forgot the E for everytime I drop the room explode

You should never misunderstand that I am always down to die

And I know that I won't always feel that way if I'm alive

All these bitches wonder why

I don't pay 'em mind

Maybe cause it's everytime I see your mouth a rapper dick inside

Run up in a valley in the belly of a psychedelic entity I'm trippin' like I got my shoe strings tied

I'm on the rise and now I'm feelin like I'm Edward Kelly

Dropped out of college the knowledge I fathered through alchemy made me supreme

Pretendin' to be a disciple by quotin' and postin' up shit that you will never read

What if I told you

That my soul made of solid gold

Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole

What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't

Pump you guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone

What if I told you

That my soul made of solid gold

Would you cut me up and throw me in the rabbit hole

What if I told you I believe you but my Tommy don't

Pump you guts full of lead like I'm Al Capone