Phantom

Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
That you call Earth, but I call Hell's equator

Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh
Sitting back and I'm getting ass in Nebraska
Different flask in a different class rolling grass up
Nu Age only spitting facts, no whack stuff
Yeah, that's how we do it no taxing
My niggas coming through and we slashing with axes
Bag a fine chick, bad tats and an accent
Niggas tryna 'lab, I'mma ask where the racks is
Uh, cause we don't do this for free
I'm zoot and I'm starved and a dude gotta eat
No clocking out, working all day; no sleep
Bring the block out, twerking all day, that shit hot

That's why we never ask where the streets went
Dude slanging trees more cheese for the defense
K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy
Little slop, but you see a dude still eating
A dude still chiefing cause the rules don't matter
Don't need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata
Shooting bullshit it'll come back whizzing your drawers get splattered
Where I'm from, any niggas wearing jewels getting snatched up
All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up
Can't hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks
Phantom all black and the volume to the max
Doing drive by's so they don't know where we at
All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats
No cure for the madness, so it's like cancer
Bumping "It's a hobo" just became the death anthem

The whip fouettéing like a dancer
Échappé-ing to blant up and get slanted
Disrespect the fam' I'mma have to back hand ya
And niggas be hating, they hella mad cause I'm handsome
Gold Phantom, rancids aren't random
Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom
A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger
Music without me is like dark with no Manson
Nigga just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flaring
Slow motion, that's a board with bad bearings
People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starring
I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herring
From the bottom, light totes with no handles
African Sheppard I'm leading goats with no sandals
Niggas stay selling they soul for most stamina
Don't invite yourself, I'm the host with no manners, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Montrell Haymon
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