Nobody Believes Me

f/ Cross, J-Hood, Sheek

Ahh... today's narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha...

This is a true story ladies and gentlemen

You might not believe it though

But fuck it, thats why I'm the ghost

(Styles)

I'm about to open up

Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up

He said

(Cross)

Your gun is in the closet flippin

Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me

up

(Styles)

So I went to the closet said "Hammer what's wrong

with you?"

(Sheek)

You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to

you

(Styles)

I said I just beat a case daddy

And I'm trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this

weight daddy

Then the hammer said

(Sheek)

Man listen, used the knife twice in a row

Tell me if the plan switchin

Cause we used to get around together

We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it's

now or never

(Styles)

I said hammer take it easy baby

Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you

greasy baby

And all you gotta do is chill a while

And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know

that I feel you Styles

(Chorus: Styles)

I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me

But nobody believe that my knife talk to me

I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me

But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me

I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me

But nobody believe that my haze talk to me

I got a story to tell, my money talk to me

But nobody believe that my money talk to me

(Styles)

My knife said to me

(Cross)

I hawk niggas down, bust arteries

(Styles)

And he get bright red for me

Knife you my nigga but leave me alone

I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone

I said "Haze what the hell is up?"

He said

(J-Hood)

You know how we do, you know that we crew

So where's the vanilla dutch

(Styles)

Rolling something up,

Thinking about killing every rapper in the game

And holding something up

My haze said to me

(J-Hood)

You need to calm down when the rage come to you

'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you

But you don't give a fuck

So just open up your book and let your page come to

you

(Styles)

Even though I'm humble and noble

I don't give a fuck

You ain't tryin to hear me I'ma shoot through your

mobile

It's funny, I'll stalk you

Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money

start talking

(Chorus)

(Styles)

My money spoke to me

It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there

wouldn't be no hope for me

Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me

And said the hammer oughta blast at me

He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and

bail

Take a look at the cars and the crib

I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth

Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south

Shit, I'm the reason why the block jumping

Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop

something

And I'm the reason why you ride or die

Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye

I said money you the root of evil

How they print "In God We Trust" knowing

what you do to people

But I'm a hard felon

So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I

heard my car yelling

(Chorus)