Phant
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
Wish I could say i grew up broke but I'm still broke as can be
Not talkin past but if i did just know you boys cant compete
The list of stuff i did so long that they be flipping the sheet
And now y'all breath like Danny Phantom cause who colder than me
I'm sicker than Nadeshot if you cannot see abandon your optics
A hundred thieves all on yo back so don't abandon your caution
Made me a list so call me saint nick way I'm checking off boxes
Crew lookin beaten bloody crucified we carrying crosses
Now i got red on my hands on my shoes on my jeans
And now ya mental fall apart and the page gonna bleed
While they all running from they problems they hiding in trees
I stay and suffer getting tougher while I fall to my knees
But they cant see my next move I'm the phant at the opera
But i can see her heart she love him I cant stop her
She did me like a siren the queen of sonatas
A house of mirrors now I gotta deal with the drama
But we'll see how they change when i come out on top
When pimps turn to beggars and bangers to cops
When they reach for swords and the king say to stop
When they realize their boasting cant turn back the clock
And the blessing is prefaces is about to setup
A whole world and now yo future is about to get cut
Poured out my entire heart and it was never enough
How he call himself a saint that boy is everything but cause its a
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
H-town we came up on the west side
Snakes in the den and now my stress high
Doin dirtiest deeds all just to get by
But they cant trick me way I see kekkai genkai
They faker than fake if I make a mistake they'll go for my neck
I hope that I go up and see pearly gates when grim reaper beck
I'm moving in silence cause I cannot play I'm conscious of threats
Still pray for my enemies and gotta say how good can I get
Yet that realistic view make me seem like a pessimist
But the world been getting darker that started since the testaments
They say yo future is yo own and that fate bless the cleverest
But how good would they be with cash if they started with less of it
And the truth is the youth is near destined for failure
When hate, clowns, and posers fill up all the trailers
Try keep my mind clean my soul for the savior
But flesh make a man fall in love with a traitor
It's a
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
Wish I could say i grew up broke but I'm still broke as can be
Not talkin past but if i did just know you boys cant compete
The list of stuff i did so long that they be flipping the sheet
And now y'all breath like Danny Phantom cause who colder than me
I'm sicker than Nadeshot if you cannot see abandon your optics
A hundred thieves all on yo back so don't abandon your caution
Made me a list so call me saint nick way I'm checking off boxes
Crew lookin beaten bloody crucified we carrying crosses
Now i got red on my hands on my shoes on my jeans
And now ya mental fall apart and the page gonna bleed
While they all running from they problems they hiding in trees
I stay and suffer getting tougher while I fall to my knees
But they cant see my next move I'm the phant at the opera
But i can see her heart she love him I cant stop her
She did me like a siren the queen of sonatas
A house of mirrors now I gotta deal with the drama
But we'll see how they change when i come out on top
When pimps turn to beggars and bangers to cops
When they reach for swords and the king say to stop
When they realize their boasting cant turn back the clock
And the blessing is prefaces is about to setup
A whole world and now yo future is about to get cut
Poured out my entire heart and it was never enough
How he call himself a saint that boy is everything but cause its a
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
H-town we came up on the west side
Snakes in the den and now my stress high
Doin dirtiest deeds all just to get by
But they cant trick me way I see kekkai genkai
They faker than fake if I make a mistake they'll go for my neck
I hope that I go up and see pearly gates when grim reaper beck
I'm moving in silence cause I cannot play I'm conscious of threats
Still pray for my enemies and gotta say how good can I get
Yet that realistic view make me seem like a pessimist
But the world been getting darker that started since the testaments
They say yo future is yo own and that fate bless the cleverest
But how good would they be with cash if they started with less of it
And the truth is the youth is near destined for failure
When hate, clowns, and posers fill up all the trailers
Try keep my mind clean my soul for the savior
But flesh make a man fall in love with a traitor
It's a
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still sane
Nah we cant be
So I'm goin plan b
My whip it look fancy
My wrist glitter dancing
My fist pretty handy
I'm sick vigilante
I'm lit we expanding
They hit we advancing on em
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Writer(s): Samuel Aina
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