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Balaclava papí so all you see is the fangs
Phantom of the function the spook who sat on the train
You could feel my presence without knowing my name
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim
Balaclava papí so all you see is the fangs
Phantom of the function the spook who sat on the train
You could feel my presence without knowing my name
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim

Permutations of the pity party bore me
Got so many chips my shoulders finna crack but ya'll are corny
If the weight on you is heavy and it's sinking then ignore me
Cause you got some bigger problems to attend to and I foresee
The quicksand take you like Knick fans on the floor-seats
My quick plans play out like bank heists but ya'll are coin thieves
The wristband tell you the clique grand, very important
And we withstand pressure from all forces lurid or courtly
Fashion bags and flashy catalogs but I'm not impressed
We keep it thorough with the operatives
I see the magic in the numbers to exist within the opulence
Go Fibonacci in the oculus, clockin' in
Balaclava papí so all you see is the fangs
Phantom of the function the spook who sat on the train
You could feel my presence without knowing my name
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim

I used to rock a 4-shade Cesar with a line up looking like a white girl blew it aye
Now I leave all decisions to the twists cause the dread is existential and the plot stay fluid aye
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
I go, go, go, go
Oh

Posted at the chicken spot with $3.20
Two piece combo with a biscuit and I'm still hungry
Dunny hit my jack he got a spliff for me
So I zip the fleece to get to hustlin' this piff money
Seen a couple tourists in the Lower East
Tryna cop a weekly with that 'Preme
They from Myrtle Beach
Desert Storm vet inside the station playin Fur Elise
On a dusty Casio, adagio for 30 weeks
None of this is new to me cause usually
I'm riding with the nightshade
Fitted like a ghost type
Oppers in the street be looking at me kinda nasty
Blow the loud and let it roll by
Whoo
Me and ahkee having normal conversations over racists
That'll split the block in two just to avoid us
Til we falter at the sight of thick shawties
Concentration getting faulty
Tryna get the digits and a dick appointment oh
Lifestyles of the poorly disposed
On an affluent path
That is sorely imposed
Heavy tax on the folks that expose
How the city made of trash
Not a room full of gold
But I love it like I love my fuckin' family
Jungle made of concrete I'm just tryna hit the canopy
In the epicenter of a fantasy I never keep a mirror
I don't need that kinda outta body vanity
Balaclava papí so all you see is the fangs
Phantom of the function the spook who sat on the train
You could feel my presence without knowing my name
Cause I'm eternal I've been given too many blessings to claim

I used to rock a 4-shade Cesar with a line up looking like a white girl blew it aye
Now I leave all decisions to the twists cause the dread is existential and the plot stay fluid aye
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
Eyes followin' me everywhere I go, go, go, go
I go, go, go, go
Oh

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