PHANTOM Super Slowed

Smoking on this Thick like a real nigga, sitting counting All my millions like a contract. I'll have you hypnotized. I Don't Give A damn what You thought. In this life I'm the boss, Rolling Up some dope. In this life I'm the best, Nigga sit up and play. Real, I'ma make rain. Smoking I'll have you hypnotized. Walk up on the Block selling rock for rock. Man I had to get my hustle straight, I could be burned or popped. Trying to lock me up for petty shit, I listened Snoop and laid down to make my Pockets swole. Even though a nigga got shoot at Them hoes, you can't hear Killing them shots inside Heads over heads, all the chips that fell me Live back in my hood. Come back with it, Rolling on, blow somebody hands off. Don't you rob the robber when you looking for Some fucking crack. You gon' cap, bitch, cause I'm telling you ain't Dead like that. Girls come up, chuck it with That biggie clique, so they counting bitches and Kitty run off with your shit, trick. Hit the switch, walk then creep, muffler dragging on The street. Running motherfucker down, At the fucking ass toe leash. Jump over the fence, rush through the cuts and Pop my shit, step on nothing. Walk them down, down to the ground, take that Bitch I'm fucking crowned. Now I'm buzzed off this buzz, bloody pistol in My hand. I won't be on Pop this week, Lately killed a cameraman.