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Armani White & T-Pain

PHANTM.

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Hip-Hop/Rap

PHANTM. was released on October 31, 2025 by Armani White PS/ Def Jam as a part of the album THERE’S A GHOST IN MY HOUSE.

Song Details

AlbumTHERE’S A GHOST IN MY HOUSE.

Release DateOctober 31, 2025

LabelArmani White PS/ Def Jam

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM61

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Armani White

Performer

T-Pain

Performer

July Da Producer

July Da Producer

Drums

Louis Futon

Keyboards

Adrian Bellaire

Adrian Bellaire

Keyboards

Walden Wesley

Keyboards

Alex Gorchesky

Bass

Nikisha Grier-Daniel

Nikisha Grier-Daniel

Background Vocals

Porcha Clay

Background Vocals

Anthony McEastland

Anthony McEastland

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Armani White

Songwriter

Adrian Bellaire

Adrian Bellaire

Songwriter

Faheem Najm

Songwriter

Tyler Minford

Songwriter

Julio Angel Fernandez Jr

Julio Angel Fernandez Jr

Songwriter

Austin Hains

Songwriter

Alex Steins

Songwriter

Alexander Fields

Alexander Fields

Songwriter

Ant Clemons

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Armani White

Producer

Styles & Complete

Styles & Complete

Producer

July Da Producer

July Da Producer

Producer

Louis Futon

Producer

Adrian Bellaire

Adrian Bellaire

Producer

Dave Huffman

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Walden Wesley

Producer

Leslie Brathwaite

Leslie Brathwaite

Mixing Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Ethan Warsh

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]

That's too real

Been runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real

Higher to talk y'all self 'bout me, that's how y'all feel

I came from Westside and got rich, I feel like Will, huh

[Bridge]

But that's too real, huh

But that's too real, huh

[Verse 1]

I handle dues and I just paid off all y'all bill, yeah

I done spent too many years been called my pop, I swear

And I ain't tryna do it like him, but it's all I sow, this all y'all fault

When I gets pissed off, can't talk

And I did favors on favors on favors, I'm feelin' like this all y'all want

Feelin' like this all y'all want

Hop in the truck, I see

Maybe it's time, maybe it's tweets

Maybe it's high, maybe it's tea

Maybe I don't even think that I'm bein' for real

[Chorus]

That's too real (That's too real)

I was runnin' 'round with my day ones, that's too real (That's too real)

You see the tears run down my face, that's how I feel (That's how I feel)

I see, and look at all the things I said I knew'd come true (Oh, ah)

[Verse 2]

I don't waste time bein' patient now, I'm a Philly ****

And my shiesty off, fuck it, I'll take the fire

I been locked up, got somethin' more great in mind

It took one single fire just to break the line

They be plottin' my losses, just takin' time

Yeah, some for the birds and there's some for the better

Someone's for moments and someone's forever

But all these years started runnin' together, for real

Now it's shots thrown back, that's how you feel

Blame me for the shit you did, that's how you heal

Don't worry 'bout waitin' for me then

'Cause I'll let you live in your glory then, yeah

But here go my part of the story, though

[Verse 3]

Ayy, lightskin, low tits don't fade

Trips don't last, crib, no space

Grab my coupe (One, two, three)

Grandma pray, grandpa's grave

My bills cover, everybody's straight

I'm okay with being not okay, fuck

Back on the long flight

If I pass the freak, then it was alright

I see Cabbage Street and hit a hard right

Hit that do not disturb when I call twice, like, fuck

Pull up like nobody does it

Chevy, still drive it like nobody touched it

Lost all my fan to a fire, uh

**** don't know me, I'm nobody cousin

If I got a boot, I might pop out in Willy

Text I'm a fuck boy, then I got Achilles

Wannabe Will, then shout out to Billy

But I just left Bel-Air and shout out to Philly, I'm gone

[Bridge]

For real, bitch, I run it up

Did at least sixteen number ones

Turnt up, bitch, I ain't done enough

Top ten shit, just sum it up

My prices start jumpin' up

Knew if I lose, they'd come back, man, but fuck all that dappin'

I'm back, ****, I been the ghost y'all been runnin' from

[Bridge]

Everybody can't go, yeah, yeah

Sometimes the money changes people around you the most

You can't help nobody that don't want no help, no

If I call you fake in your face, then that's too real

I done went numb to the bullshit, that's just how I feel

For cryin' out loud, I am not allowed to cry out loud (Oh)

I just wanna make y'all proud and y'all just say, "Fuck out my feelings"

[Verse 4]

I fucked up my feelings, my mom said I'm healin'

But I still can't feel it, I still can't find light when I'm with ya

Can't cry folks out the picture, can't tell bros that I miss ya

It was never 'posed to be official, it's too real, real

Even my family talk to me like I'm not real

Like here's my bills, like let me die, like where's my will?

Where's my deal? Like where's my mils? Why can't I chill?

No, that's too real, mm, that's too real, for real

[Outro]

None of my friends was there when Q got killed

None of my friends was there when Qua got killed

Ain't none of my friends was there when— got killed

Written by: Adrian Bellaire, Alex Steins, Alexander Fields, Ant Clemons, Armani White, Austin Hains, Faheem Najm, Julio Angel Fernandez Jr, Tyler Minford

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