Gave up My 20s - Hackey OG, Ghost

Don’t ever disrespect me

I’m a three-time division world champion

Two-Time Olympic gold medalist

In boxing

I will never fight another boxing match

For that much money

Because I’m worth so much more

I’m a million dollar fighter, I’m a real boxer

I would never fight on the undercard of someone

Who does not posses the skills or the accomplishments that I have

When will I learn

I set flame to the bridges I burned

Hope this summer time it’s my turn

Hope this summer time it’s my turn

Summer time when the living’s easy

Life hard, sweating, running from police (doin', time, doin' time, doin' time)

Doin' time, boys in the yard, no Kelis (doin' time, doin' time, doin' time)

Mask off, mask on (pop up), trunk or treat

It’s been so hard

Baby that’s the reason I had no heart

Amen, please believe me, shit’s been so dark

Maybe that’s the reason I go so hard (baby, I’ve been losing my mind)

Believe me, baby, that’s the reason it’s been so hard (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Baby that’s the reason I had no heart

Amen, please believe me, shit’s been so dark (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Maybe that’s the reason I go so hard (maybe that’s the reason I’m down)

Believe me, baby, that’s the reason I go so hard (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Grew up, screwed up, slurring words

Smoking while we riding, vibing, hugging curbs (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Grew up, screwed up, slurring words

Smoking while we, uh, uh (now it’s my turn)

Still making my own beats

That’s why I pay less

Still giving out free feats

I work at Payless

Actions speak louder than words

That’s why I say less

Do more, then do some fucking more

Before you think rest

All I do is grind

Spend time on Logic and flexicute

Rap rundown, abandoned

And I’m just trying to restitute

One thing about me

Is that I always show like a bathing suit

No substitute for me

That one teacher that never got the flu (yeah, it’s my turn)

Top five out of Michigan

Day ones wanna switch again

Starving for some listeners

I just want my music heard

Every single dollar earned

Go right back into making more

Brought up poor, I can make two ends meet

Like a jumper cord (whoa, whoa, whoa) (now it’s my turn)

Wizard with the words

It’s like I was mentored by a Dumbledore

Supper cold

Saving all my appetites for studios

Bougie hoes

Really wanna love me like I’m Coolio

But I’m about my craft like I’m

Trying to buy New England (whoa, whoa, whoa) (yeah, it’s my turn)

I’ve been cooling like a penguin

Trying to make myself distinguished

Thought ‘bout dropping singles

But nobody ever tend to hear ‘em

Think they ears gone

Now my fear gone

I don’t pay for no promoters

‘Cause my shit dope

I don’t need one

I don’t pay to play my music (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Think I’m stupid, this my living

I gave up my fucking twenties, prisoned

Ripping up these writtens

Under few conditions

Cut a lot out, broke tradition

In addition

I ain’t end up getting signed like a petition

I’ve been itching (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I just threw some Cortizone in with my linens

Need to glimmer

Swear I swapped out every single light switch

With a dimmer, slimmer pickings

Every time the candles blown

I made my wishes

Prolly gon' play pretend, I ain’t got no friends no more

No David Schwimmer (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Not a swimmer

I just did a couple laps in the Flint river

Came out sicker (I just)

Every time I took an L

I made a win out

Got my chin up (I just)

People tune in ‘cause I’m new but bitch I’ve been out

Paint a picture (I just)

Put some lacquer on that bitch, watch it thin out (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Always thought I’d be the hottest out my city

I can’t chill out

Everything I drop is dirty

Probably why my P.O.

pissed off

Every time I pass an asshole from my class

I let my grin out

Knowing that the tables turn

And everyone get what they give out (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Double homicide this morning

Three doors down, it’s lit tonight

My kryptonite ain’t leaving home

By any means, I gotta get out

On God, I’ll loot, I’ll jack

I’ll shoot the gat until the wrist pop

Check the wrist watch, I got time today, yeah

They won’t survive today (whoa, whoa, whoa)

You want me kill your fucking song too

DM, just inquire today

Hottest up and coming artist

Within Flint or out of state

Tucked into my hideaway

Get high 'til my mind miles away

I’m wide awake, there’s brighter days ahead

I’m bound to find a way (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Time for my pockets to profit

I’ve been too United Way

Gotta get out of my own way

I’ve been in my head today

I’m sick of dwelling, filled with hate

Remorse, regret, I’m tired today

Someone talk to me, I need an ear

My time to ventilate (whoa, whoa, whoa)