Phantom's Heart - Go!

Ain't going for nothing
All these niggas cappers baby, all these niggas bluffin
GGP the blunt, its different strains that we be puffin
If you disrespect the guys, you gone get baked we on ya muffin
Ain't going for nothing
All these niggas cappers baby, all these niggas bluffin
GGP the blunt, it's different strains that we be puffin
If you disrespect the guys, you gone get baked we on ya muffin
(At your top)
Yuh
Yeah you lacking in the open
We be mobbin' on the train, secure the bag like Danny Ocean
Shooting lazers out my eyes, Darkseid, I'm staying focused
On the run I'm Harry Potter, going ghost, I get to cloaking
What I'm on? the next shit
Dollars in my pocket, vaseline the way they stretching
Nipsey in my wallet, crip walking, count my blessings
In the booth, tell the truth, yeah
It feel like confession
I'm thanking god, (bismillah) then count my blessings up
Coulda been me standing in the way when that metal bust
I can't let shaitan up in my brain, I can't lessen up
I can't stop until they read my name off a metal cup
(gimme trophies)
Can't be dwelling off the past, what's ahead of us
Niggas thinking they gon be the leaders, instead of us (Quit that capping)
Must be tripping, what you piffing, That's that angel dust
Well I see angels in my dream
He said go and get the cream
He said go and get your team, nigga
I want it badly this the feeling of a fiend, nigga
They told me live with my means, whatchu mean nigga
I'm snatching everything, especially if it gleam nigga
(Aye take that off son)
Wu tang said protect your neck, you put a vest on it
I rock my chains until the end I blow a check on it
They be thinking how the hate I sent his way have no effect on em
If he touch a sliver of my silver, put that wreck on em
(I put that wreck on that nigga)
Ain't going for nothing
All these niggas cappers baby, all these niggas bluffin
GGP the blunt, it's different strains that we be puffin
If you disrespect the guys, you gone get baked we on ya muffin
(At your top)
Yuh
Yeah you lacking in the open
We be mobbin' on the train, secure the bag like Danny Ocean
Shooting lazers out my eyes, Darkseid, I'm staying focused
On the run I'm Harry Potter, going ghost, I get to cloaking
Ugh,
Yeah, aint going for nothing
My niggas aint going for nothing, uh
2K20 belong to the Phantom, brrr!

Written by:
Mohammed Rashid

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