Going Ghost

[Intro]
Yeah
Look
I been too real for this
Mm
[Chorus]
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone
Cut that line, no phone
You ain’t worth my time
You ain’t worth my throne
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone (yeah)
All that talk, I’m grown
You ain’t worth one dime
You ain’t worth my zone
[Verse 1]
You love drama, I love silence
You want battles, I want islands
You hit “sorry,” I hit “blocked”
You hit “call me,” I hit “stop”
I gave chances, you gave stories
You chase follows, I chase glory
All that gossip in your lungs
I need peace inside my funds
[Chorus]
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone
Cut that line, no phone
You ain’t worth my time
You ain’t worth my throne
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone (woo)
All that talk, I’m grown
You ain’t worth one dime
You ain’t worth my zone
[Verse 2]
You want games, I want goals
You want pics, I want homes
You throw shade, I throw roses
On the grave of old emotions
Any bitch think I’m playin’?
Read receipts say I’m vacant
Whole past life, that’s dead shit
New me rich, don’t sweat it
[Chorus]
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone
Cut that line, no phone
You ain’t worth my time
You ain’t worth my throne
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone (yeah, I’m gone)
All that talk, I’m grown
You ain’t worth one dime
You ain’t worth my zone
[Bridge]
Seen too many lies in a red dress
Heard too many vows turn to dead text
Now my heart on “do not disturb”
If you hit, you ain’t gettin’ a word (nah)
[Chorus]
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone
Cut that line, no phone
You ain’t worth my time
You ain’t worth my throne
I’m goin’ ghost, I’m gone (goin’ ghost)
All that talk, I’m grown
You ain’t worth one dime
You ain’t worth my zone

rap, Crunchy early-2000s trap banger with male vocals; tense piano loop over skittering hi-hats, thick sub-bass, and sharp snare cracks. Hook hits like a chant with stacked doubles and low-octave ad-libs; verses stay conversational and cocky, with occasional tape-stop drops on punchlines. Final chorus adds distant choir pads and widened ad-libs for a cold, triumphant fade.