[Intro]
(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
[Chorus]
Phantom comin' out bigger than a lie
Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time
[Verse 1]
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 bеd, still my past still haunt me
Feel I failed that I ain't finished school, but I still wеnt 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
(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
[Chorus]
Phantom comin' out bigger than a lie
Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time
[Verse 1]
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 bеd, still my past still haunt me
Feel I failed that I ain't finished school, but I still wеnt 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
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