Ghostwriter

[Intro]

Fat boy behind a lot of your favorite flows, man

Pay attention (uh)

[Verse 1]

Ghostwriter, blunt lighter

Write a rapper's song, then go buy a home

Lyrics they recite, these are words I own

Every album that I made, I did it on my own

Melodies that I would barter, any label the starter

Any nigga with cheddar, I bet I can make it better

Wanna live the life, so they gotta pay the fee

Last ten years, everybody came to me

Politicians, propositions, bottom bitches washing dishes

No auditions for these bitches, many scriptures we've written

Came from the mud, I used to piss in the tub

If you never felt love, then I considered you blood

Charging for the verses, throw in the chorus

Slip-N-Slide fucked me, friendship was then aborted

Publishing was something I would have to earn back

So I wrote so many songs I would deserve that

In return, I wrote them things that would alter the world

Could say some names, many names as my words'll confirm

As my words'll confirm

As my words'll confirm

[Hook]

It gets so lonely at the top

It gets so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

It be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

Uh, I be so lonely at the top

[Verse 2]

Fell in love with the travel, carry-ons and what have you

If a nigga came at you, then he was trying to pat you

Ghostwriter put a check on a niggas head

You never knew I let the table, 'cause he hid his hand

Remember receiving words of wisdom from Jimmy Henchman

I lit a blunt in his honor when he received his sentence

So many successful entertainers with tax problems

DMX went homeless, and heard he back robbing

Rozay won't be a old nigga with back problems

In the back of the Maybach with black Tanya

I went out the *** when I kicked it with ***

Met *** for the first, all the things I could say

[Hook]

It gets so lonely at the top

It gets so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

[Verse 3]

My ego's intact, my pen is unique

Any pressure, we come with sticks like they do at Philippe's

God gave me a gift, therefore I shared it with them

Ghostwriter publisher, such a beautiful friend

We give them the slang, we lease them the swag

Tell them where they can hang, tell them what they should wear

Cheers to the hustlers, bitches who wanna fuck us

Ghostwriter never know when they coming to touch us

My team in fatigues, diamonds drip to my knees

Mike Caren a leach, you all be deceased

Culture is mine, these words I define

If you need you a hit, I could give you some lines

I could pick you the beat, I should write you the hook

You should sit back and smoke, all royalties took

All royalties took (ha ha ha ha)

All royalties took

[Hook]

It gets so lonely at the top

It gets so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

I get so lonely at the top

It be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top

I be so lonely at the top