Phantom (feat. Charlie Widmer)

Verse: My goons been on all badness. You better watch how you speak about boy, before you on a death march like madness. Damn, I can’t believe that they canceled it then the earth almost deleted us on some cancel shit. Waiting for the shoe to drop, didn’t know how to handle it. It’s crazy how fate can take every single plan and dismantle it. You feel futile in what you’re doing? You’re only human. I hate being a part of the generation of peak tensions and lust for attention, where we all addicted to burning bridges and smoking mentions. Thot came over looking for a hundred grand, but all she got was a Good ‘n Plenty, a recipe for guacamole, and promo code for Fenti. When she left I blocked her and deleted all of the messages she ever sent me, but kept the nudes unless the bitch wan’ tempt me. Giving you play-by-play of what my **** just sent me. Then after that a single text: “Damn bro, I’m running on empty.” Chivalry is dead? To me, it never existed. Times we thought it did, was the same shit only structured different. On mindset and morals you’re either consistent or hypocrite, standing in place won’t change shit figured “Fuck it, let’s do shit different.” Just a couple of lost boys and home is what we are building. Attitude to leave all y’all leaking that’s how I’m feeling, Carter 3 or No Ceilings-era Lil Wayne I’m just staking my claim. And on my chest I’m gonna bang until the world knows our name! Kick it like a kingpin cuz dope is what I push, from the land of Reaganomics and grabbing women by the bush. Not here to fight with you lames got legacy on my brain. Too worried about whips and chains to understand my range. How you like me now, from class clown to cap and gown? I’m here to hold you down so come fuck with the sound, whether you from a big city or a small town.

(Vocal Interlude)

VLVT: I’m so ghost to the bullshit (What I’m on) For y’all I’m bringing a full clip (So. what you want?) I’m going ghost on the fakeness, Swayze all of the lame shit, ooooh. It’s the lost boys, baby, from way down in the basement. We’ve been doing this way too long, we’ve been sitting around now, too long, waiting for our time now to come, we rising up! I ain’t so stuck like I used to be, ain’t no more waiting ‘round for me!

(He’s a phantom…)