Order in the Court Styles P

[Verse 1]
Ghost in a phantom call me a presence
Cooler than wealthy who are the peasants
Think in the future live in the present
Reflect on the past my nigga give me a second
I cried a lot, I died a lot
I've been resurrected nigga I ride a lot
Took a cruise through Hell, felt the tire pop
I don't wanna rhyme no more so make the fire stop
Getting work, the draggeries
Algorithm is rhythm monеy, in a bag of trees
You sweeter than honey, all around the bees
Triggеr finger itchy like dogs all around the fleas
See the vet, see the 'vette
YO to Inglewood, put in work, I need a check
I'mma promise you don't need a threat
If he ain't gone I ain't leaving yet
Fast forward sounds
Everybody balls 'til you square up they falling down
I ain't with the nation but this you're final caller now
You could be in a uHAUL getting hauled around
Lay in the mall you getting mauled around
Imagine how your son and your daughter sound
Know how slaughter look, know how slaughter sound
I ain't with the law but I'm searching for a quarter now