Fl Phantom

Filthy demon, I swear on my honor Evil shall not prevail this day Hell hath no fury that can overwhelm me I'm warning you Your life shall end by my hand this day I will be your doom Bitch I'm the Phantom of the Opera, handsome in my genre Tantrums in my banters hanging off the candelabra Burning off the candlewick, spittin' out a manuscript Trophies on my shelf pilin' up, let the mantle slip Opps dialing us, that's cancerous, yo hit the cancel quick Though it's obvious they politic if we don't answer shit Suck a dick, I'm cocky, bitch You talking to no audience Asking me who matching me, I tell 'em that nobody is I'm head Jefe I'm looking for some headspace Ever since the devil started chasing me in red lace Under all the smoke I swear I'm still set on the best pace Best case; you might walk out this bitch with a neck brace Fuck what all your friends say, I still put on my best face Wallet got some Ben Franks, I hope that you get set straight Straight since like the tenth grade, but you wait for the next play You sit and you press space, won't reply til the next day Rats and pussies, Toms and Jerry Listen close, results'll vary I been hot since January, January, January You could use a sweat, homie I been losin' debt dawg I just hope you know that a screen doesn't protect y'all Twitter banger, gram trapper, broke, that's a trifecta Ain't nobody hittin' you up but the damn collector Face fate, you'll see that God ain't always your protector You know me, ya mind's not ready when I'm hoppin' on these instrumentals I don't cover incidentals Flexin' on your page, everybody know the shit's a rental Caught up in the fake, I'm not worried if my chick's a Kendall Even if she was a Kylie, I wouldn't be going mental I got other shit up on my plate, I'm the phantom of my state Wanna hand 'em all a statement, since they talk on what I make Got a couple complications and some choices here to make I'll be okay, you better practice what you preach or get to pay ya hellish fate I'm not Socrates, I need me therapy like yesterday I can feel these demons feeding everyday like heavily That must be the reason for the Hennessy; my remedy When I'm in the booth don't need artillery Cuz I'm shootin', and I'm movin Y'all really need some room for improvement, fuck you doin They wanna go dumb so I gotta go stupid, with the movement All that bullshit really get muted, so polluted They wanna get dumb so I gotta stupid It's stupid, I gotta go stupid In the HOV lane, conjuring a blueprint Fuck you and your feelings, I keep mine on neutral Lying where the truth is, a nuisance I do this, I'm not supposed to do it Fuck the other bullshit, I wrote it in rubric Bitch I been a Maverick, they call me Mark Cuban Floating like Aladdin but stickin' to the movement, it's stupid Bitch I keep a joint lit when I'm in the booth, yeah It's a different toilet but the same shit that suits ya I don't like 'em sucia, might get me a rubia But I love a brunette that knows Kama Sutra Dancing with the devil till the day karma suits ya It's another level and a medal for the proof now Staring at the past like, man it's been a fast life And I'm only 22, I gotta press the gas right I don't take advice well Well far as I tell, y'all don't know shit, it's still funny like Seinfeld Think I need like 5 mil, and another 5 mil And I need uh, another 5 mil It's like that I will have my vengeance Evil always returns