Nobody Believes Me

[Intro: Styles P] 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 [Verse 1: Styles P, Sean Cross & Sheek Louch] I'm about to open up, listen One day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up He said, "Your gun is in the closet flippin' Talkin' 'bout I get the most action he about to soak me up" So I went to the closet said, "Hammer what's wrong with you?" "You ain't busting me off, it's like I don't belong to you" I said I just beat a case, daddy And I'm tryna take it easy 'cause I gotta move this weight, daddy Then the hammer said, "Man, listen, use 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" 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 'cause you know that I feel you, Styles" [Chorus: Styles P] 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 [Verse 2: Styles P, Sean Cross & J-Hood] My knife said to me ("I hawk niggas down, bust arteries") 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, "You know how we do, you know that we crew So where's the vanilla dutch?" Rollin' somethin' up Think about killin' every rapper in the game and holdin' somethin' up My haze said to me, "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" Even though I'm humble and noble, I don't give a fuck You ain't tryna hear me, I'ma shoot through your mobile It's funny y'all squabble Hold up, my niggas, it ain't a convo 'less your money start talkin' [Chorus: Styles P] 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 [Verse 3: Styles P] 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 jumpin' Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop somethin' 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' knowin' what you do to people?" But I'm a hard felon So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody 'cause I heard my car yellin' [Chorus: Styles P] 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