Look, my hands attracted like a magnet to the 5th home
You niggas mad trash, too wack for me to diss
New school rascass, I'm a heathen with the piff
Exist for the beef and release this beam on your shit
Navy, marine, green beamer, watch it shift
The hammer leave a couple beams steaming on your shit
The momentum of the triple beam swing on my ship
I ease up out the chair and watch the tea as it drips
Then tease the double D's on your chicks
Plumb it with the stick and pop your pops if you flinch
I'm humble but will rumble with a nigga bitch
I'm lit, make you stumble off the ratchet
No glove, you gon' catch it
I live low budget but it's lavish
Whipped green as a salad but the guts is all radish
I live low budget but it's lavish
Whipped green as a salad but the guts is all radish
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the cages
What's the problem
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the cages
What's the problem
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the cages
What's the problem
Phantom of the opera
Backseat of the phantom ass
Snicket with your mama nigga
I'm I and I with the nine like the resolution
Nurtured and mature, my style you view the elocution
Get into the bag of this evolution
My pants sag off the foams
I'm hopping out of brooms
I roll alone seeking retribution
My shooter had your body twisted like the Kama Sutra
Got invited to a bris and had to slap the doula
New two-tone timepiece
It's made to scuba
No bubble coke with the white and flu supras
I slumber in my doma cell
I've been tried on the truest
Roll around with the heater
Like a monkey who's the coolest
Round and pound all opponents
While I'm blacking out on flu shit
I'm body-bodied with the grammar
Niggas never bout to do shit
I dance with the devil, almost got seduced, did
Truth is, I'm a guiding light to this new spit
I've seen the schematics
I know that I'm the blueprint
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the canyons
What's the problem
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the canyons
What's the problem
I'm the phantom of the opera
I mash the black phantom past the canyons
What's the problem
Phantom of the opera
Backseat of the Phantom
Ass naked with your mama
Nigga
Flu, back pain, collabo, you feel me
Ain't nothing sounding like this right now
You know what I mean
Yeah
You already know what it did
Get down and lay down
Yeah, back pain, we're California, homie
Yeah
Phantom of the opera
Backseat of the Phantom
Ass naked with your mama
Nigga