Phantom

Look, my hands attracted like a magnet to the 5th home You niggas mad trash, too wack for me to diss New school rascass, I'm a heathen with the piff Exist for the beef and release this beam on your shit Navy, marine, green beamer, watch it shift The hammer leave a couple beams steaming on your shit The momentum of the triple beam swing on my ship I ease up out the chair and watch the tea as it drips Then tease the double D's on your chicks Plumb it with the stick and pop your pops if you flinch I'm humble but will rumble with a nigga bitch I'm lit, make you stumble off the ratchet No glove, you gon' catch it I live low budget but it's lavish Whipped green as a salad but the guts is all radish I live low budget but it's lavish Whipped green as a salad but the guts is all radish I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the cages What's the problem I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the cages What's the problem I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the cages What's the problem Phantom of the opera Backseat of the phantom ass Snicket with your mama nigga I'm I and I with the nine like the resolution Nurtured and mature, my style you view the elocution Get into the bag of this evolution My pants sag off the foams I'm hopping out of brooms I roll alone seeking retribution My shooter had your body twisted like the Kama Sutra Got invited to a bris and had to slap the doula New two-tone timepiece It's made to scuba No bubble coke with the white and flu supras I slumber in my doma cell I've been tried on the truest Roll around with the heater Like a monkey who's the coolest Round and pound all opponents While I'm blacking out on flu shit I'm body-bodied with the grammar Niggas never bout to do shit I dance with the devil, almost got seduced, did Truth is, I'm a guiding light to this new spit I've seen the schematics I know that I'm the blueprint I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the canyons What's the problem I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the canyons What's the problem I'm the phantom of the opera I mash the black phantom past the canyons What's the problem Phantom of the opera Backseat of the Phantom Ass naked with your mama Nigga Flu, back pain, collabo, you feel me Ain't nothing sounding like this right now You know what I mean Yeah You already know what it did Get down and lay down Yeah, back pain, we're California, homie Yeah Phantom of the opera Backseat of the Phantom Ass naked with your mama Nigga