(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
Phantom comin' out bigger than a lie
Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time
Down that block, lil' nigga, I can come by out the corner
I'm not trustin' these hoes, what I tell my mama
Comma, comma, come and cross my line, be Makonnen
I been wit' that drama, cross that line, I push the button on somethin'
Diamond chain from Carti, don't know why he done start me
Bitch ain't tryna market, I don't know why the label bought me
Bitch, I ain't tryna party, I'm sittin' high on my horsy
My wife wan' buy horses, I mistake that shit for 'Rari
Not sorry, I'm glad what the streets done taught me
See, I made it out that cell block, grew from out that concrete
Still inside of them crackers bed, still my past still haunt me
Feel I failed that I ain't finished school, but I still went got some money
My kids can't do that shit I do, what I done wasn't cool, wasn't funny
I'm tryna see who got a hundred million for me
You shouldn't have to prove you love me, that shit I should see
Those things I feel I should know, take it for what it seems
I'm the type wake up and buy a house when I get bored
If my wife go on a shoppin' spree, don't buy one thing, ignore it
I get everything that I want when I get a check and I can afford it
I wanna buy that hockey team from whoever in BR
I been blowin' that check, investin', condo and Bentley, I want one
Fuck that bitch, I think she sexy, fuck that bitch and keep it goin', ho
Fuck who out there reppin', tell that nigga I done won
Tell 'em test me and stay the fuck up out the way of all my sons, ho
Phantom, comin' out bigger than a lie
Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time
I been spendin' all these bands on these hoes
Most ones claim that they love me
Lost friends from saying "No," guess those ones was not for me
Eight-hundred thousand dollar AP, this shit ain't a game
Patek rose gold, blue face on me, LeBron James
Okay, they already know me, I blow the brain
Rap nigga, fuck nigga wan' diss me, he get put in the frame
Tell my daddy, can't nobody come cripple me, I got this, I'm a man
I had them millions before them people came and deal wit' me
I can do it again
In here with Jason, makin' sure they never get rid of me
I ain't got time for playin'
I murder all of these niggas up inside the industry, better stick to your plan
I got that pink diamond, that's a whole half a ticket on my hand
Yo' bitch no slime, but I got her shining, that's why she don't want her man, ha
Pull that Porsche out at eleven, ain't come back 'til nine (Fuck is wrong with her?)
Fuck you been? I think this bitch been playin' wit' my mind
She want to invest
Look, invest and stay off the internet
Lit and we don't fuck with them
What they in, we don't get into that
Our time is worth way more than them
Held it down, I was deservin' them
Treated me like they ain't see me here
They'll stab me in my fuckin' back
And I was turnin' 'round and always there
Hope your bank account come out big as mine
Real nigga, that ain't even my type of lie
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