Fantoms

(álbum: Stolen Youth - 2013)

Understand me nigga, Don't need no Grammys
Give us the money you got in your pockets, I feel like taxing nigga
Bout the action, give me a reason, I'll gladly get it knocking
Chunky nine right by my side look like a midget walking
Watch the shit that you talking, promise its with me often
I got to stop with the trigger talking, I promised mama
But I'm rapping my life, I load automatics at night
Ops don't come to the Pop, they know they getting dropped
I getting on 'cause I be getting off, in my lane
You getting' no luck, get a job
I should throw my shows at synagogues
Mention me when you mention God
But fuck it, I'm just talking shit to y'all

[Hook Joey Fatts:]
Young and gunning, niggas stay drumming
Big tools in your house, say we here for the plumbing
Niggas say they with it, but them boys fronting
Chopping shots with your block, fuck niggas say something
Fuck niggas say something, fuck niggas say something
Niggas stay drummin, chopping shots with your block
Fuck niggas say something

Chop a choppa down, they told me never run
Unless you hear them copper sounds, I got them copper rounds
Gunning for them gold plaques
A 2014 Benz with the low jack, Pirellis's and the pistol stack
Riding down Obispo Ave, thinking bout the bus days
Never going back to that, checks be coming back-to-back
Put you on the front page, have the homeys handle that
Pro club hoodie, straps, socks with the sandals wrapped
Long beach legend, Jordan kick me out
If you from the city, that should tell you what I'm really bout
Give 'em class to get the cash, run your mouth, I'll kick your ass
But I'm just talking shit again

[Hook]