Phantom

Bet his last verse Feel like his last words The scenery Turns into Greener pastures When the last time You seen the pastor (without) Ashes from the wood tip Dripping on the pulpit With the semi auto You automatically Semi I scheme like Hakeem In a breakfast scene Now his shorty say She wanna be down We in a zone too loud To hear how All of this sound Some might call it A dome I might call it A crown Bullets hitting crows Til they all fall down Bruce and Brandon I might die for the scene Get the juice and brandy Intertwined with the leaves Turn his system To the red Now he coastin Maybe that was better Than somebody call on Wiseman take red pill Start floating Stupid na Taking pills That's an oxymoron Who am I Who are you Little child running wild Swinging through the jungle Tryna dodge the Who is who Why yo Why yagga yo yo There he go There he go There he go Where he go? Yall ns walk in the room I smell arrogance Really need to humble yourself It's quite embarrassing What's a sermon To perish A sky to A parachute Wings and things Maybe I fly Through this parable Black Eli slept Peering one eye open Black Jesus wept His tears cried an ocean Black Moses Can I live in the future Funny how That look of love Can turn the calm To kamasutra This that constant elevation This that would've thought A na got A Harvard education As a part of reparations Pardon but We leveling up Is the water and The leven enough Is you watering The petals enough You pedaling what Swerving while Miss Daisy's in The backseat Of the mothership Dont ask me for my government name The son of Cane Wasn't able to rock It's funny how A different white Has now taken the block Forsaken me not Og was on that vegas strip Now im paranoid When homies take A Vegas trip The city is life Guess it's just The way they live And all my youngins Multiplying like Bebe's kids Son he got A lot of clout And he got a lot of steez Don't be in The potter's house Fooling with The pottery Yea he got a lotta doubt But life is like a lottery Dice game Deck of cards I'm Gambit Got the charge on me Who am I Who are you Little child running wild Swinging through the jungle Tryna dodge the Who is who Why yo Why yagga yo yo There he go There he go There he go Where he go? Who am I Who are you Little child running wild Swinging through the jungle Tryna dodge the Who is who Why yo Why yagga yo yo There he go There he go There he go Where he go? Now they getting locusts By the dozens, the hundreds Pharoah let the people go Figaro They hunting heads