Phantoms Remix (ft. Yo_Cassidy_i...
• Written by Lioncub • Featuring KizzyFresh and
(KizzyFresh's intro)
Ay
Spazzing out on some lyrical shit
We staying up on some biblical shit
The way that I rap, this ain't typical bitch
How I survived was on some miracle shit
But now we disappearing on that cynical shit
Like ooh
Come and play with the Phantoms boy
Like Oooh
Pull up and turn on the hazards boy
Like Oooh
Ain't no respect for you standard boys
Like Oooh
Stay getting ghostly, see I'm just talking bout Phantoms boy
Oooh
(KizzyFresh's Verse)
We only rap about money and clothes and shoes
But if we keep rapping bout shit, how we gon end on the news
We in control, the people I know speak the truth
Hating on the squad, wait till they see we don't lose
Then they pull up and say "sorry i was just confused"
Biggie and them, I ain't tryna follow suit
Bitches they wave, but my friends all know to salute
See me in person, better hope your not rude
Keep your mouth locked, screwed, and glued
I'll treat you like a net when I stop, pull up, and shoot
In the new Maybach, I skirt in pursuit
Like Fortnite, we ain't outta this bitch till we loot
Got on my suede, I'm in a great mood
But here we go again like the boys in the blue
Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ new
Bouncing out lion but here try this dude
(Chorus)
Like ooh
Come and play with the Phantoms boy
Like Oooh
Pull up and turn on the hazards boy
Like Oooh
Ain't no respect for you standard boys
Like Oooh
Stay getting ghostly, see I'm just talking bout Phantoms boy
Oooh
(Yo_Cassidy_is_Here's Verse)
Phantom, i got the money to pay the bills, but do you still love me
Fandom, feeling like a christian influencer, i think it was meant to be
He stole my heart, now i´m stealing his love from his other baby girl
Can i make him mine, i don´t know yet, God only knows this world
I ain´t no crinimal but i do make songs about killing Satan
he was an angel one time, My lord i would not forsaken
Keep saying stuff about me, lemme cover you with flour
Fights at my school bitch things gonna get super sour
I´m telling you this world finna end some day
It´s time for you to stand up and handle things your way
People doubt you but baby it´s all right - shine your own light
People might be jealous of you baby - they can get over it, just maybe
(Chorus)
Like ooh
Come and play with the Phantoms boy
Like Oooh
Pull up and turn on the hazards boy
Like Oooh
Ain't no respect for you standard boys
Like Oooh
Stay getting ghostly, see I'm just talking bout Phantoms boy
Oooh
(LionKing's Verse)
There are times I think life is a film reel, cuz I think I found a loophole,
But in actuality what I do know, I never throw in the towel like a newborn,
Recently I'm aware I've been lukewarm, so I might just lack compassion,
Livin' like I'm a phantom, cuz life keeps giving me new roles,
This shithole that we live in, is givin' me true horror,
But all I do's screw more, born a lug nut but without a few bolts,
Feel like I just had my muthafuckin' fuse blown, in your current state, you're a shoehorn,
Cuz when I step up, you just lose form, get out my fuckin' face, fore' you lose yours (ha),
Unscathed but I know deep down that it kills to be beaten
Pills to be eaten but it helps none long as you have that will to be breathin'
Ill for the weekend but I'm too sick not to be dissing these heathens
Millions of reasons for this torment but a tire rack is the only way I'm willfully leavin'
Stick to the scraps like bottom feeders, other words you're practically a low life,
If you think you're tightening the noose, it'd prolly have to be a bow tie,
I hope you never ask for some handouts, cuz I'd leave you hanging like a clothesline,
Heads ache when I'm triggered, I guess I'm just guaranteed to blow mind's,
I feel overpowered so I take mini-thins frequent
Better get a thesaurus to be a little bit decent
With dipshit friend's like mine, no wonder they got reptilian features
Cuz those lizards only reveal their true colors once I make a million greener (yeah),
And now I got all these citizens tweakin'
Let it be learned if you double-cross me it'll be like belittlin' Jesus (yeah)
Like the flying trapeze, I'm making ridiculous reaches
Got a dose of my own meds like clinical syringes
Bars goin' overheads like scissor kicks meanin'
My mental is sharp like guillotines piercin' (yeah),
I could give you the full disciplined treatment or revert to a fuckin' true lyricist beating
Raisin' hell or call us menacin' demons
Cuz we're a fuckin' syndicate, and it goes like...
(Chorus)
Ooh
Come and play with the Phantoms boy
Like Oooh
Pull up and turn on the hazards boy
Like Oooh
Ain't no respect for you standard boys
Like Oooh
Stay getting ghostly, see I'm just talking bout Phantoms boy
Oooh
