PHANTOM

Smoking on a back like a real back. Sitting back, chilling on my ears, Checking all traps. Flying bitch, you won't know, that's a damn fact. You stop, I'll have you hypnotized. I don't even cry when you slide in the Tray, ho. I want You know that the make you sick about the That I leave your face in The floor. I'm a real motherfucking Smoking on a Back like a real back. Sitting chilling on ears, checking all traps. Flying bitch, won't know, That's fact. You can't I'll have you hypnotized. I don't even cry you- Fuck up off the block, feeling rough, Rough. I had to get my fuckin' sight. I come reborn, I'm locked, locked. They locked me up for beating shit. I listen to the release. Now they make my pockets woe. Even though a nigga got a stupid tempo. Fuck it, hear me. Hit the doctor, saw his Office. the shit that they doin' is back in My hood. Come back stolen off. Blow somebody's hands off. And don't you run around the way. You looking for some fucking craps. You don't have it, cuz I'm telling you, I Ain't get like that. Fuck 'em up, chuck you With that biggie clique. Cause in case he run off with your shitty Trick. Hit the switch, empty creek. Muffle the track and on the screen. Running motherfucker dope. That's the fucking that tote heat. Jump over the fence, bust through the cuts. Pop my shit, jump on up. Fuck down, stomp to the ground. Take that bitch some fucking crowns. Now I'm woke, all this smoke. Blood blood in my hand. I won't be on my bitch face. Man, let's kill the cameraman.