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