Phantom's Heart - Light Work Freestyle

Going Ghost, Going ghost
Lets Go, Lets Go,
I said fuck it I'll do it myself, this shit light work
Need a sec, gotta find me the right words
I pop out in some Jays and a white shirt
Acting weird, you get hit with a tight curve
uh, uh
I said fuck it I'll do it myself, this shit light work
Need a sec, gotta find me the right words
I pop out in some Jays and a white shirt
Acting weird, you get hit with a tight curve
Yo, Yo
Acting weird you get hit with an uppercut
Shawty from an island make it bubble up
I need more than a front end, that shit not enough
I need a back end that shit need to double up
I see the other side getting organized
I'm the reason why they gotta huddle up
I just want money, money, in my visuals
Until I'm stacking stacking, stack residuals
This America, just individuals
So I cannot be worried bout him and you
All this money the only girl that I'll be singing too
(Whoa, whoa, slower)
Yeah, Yeah
So I keep a dollar on my mental
Certified by myself, fuck credentials
I was there for myself
When there wasn't nobody to vent to
Yeah, but lately been moving with gang
So its 50/50, Harvey Dent you
I just treat everybody the same
You'd understand after shit that I been through
Used to break my heart when people changed
Boss up and move on, thats what men do
I said fuck it I'll do it myself, this shit light work
Need a sec, gotta find me the right words
I pop out in some Jays and a white shirt
Acting weird, you get hit with a tight curve
I be spitting game when I don't like her
Make her turn to a fighter
Make you cry, it's okay, I'm a swiper
Now I'm chilling, lemme cool out
Lay back and just focus on me
Roll solo, like Frank O
Lay back and then smoke on this weed
Feel like all I can do when the tension is high
and emotions are running so deep
I ain't fucking with niggas
my phone is on do not disturb so I don't hear no beep
I can tell the future, don't need tarot
My niggas used to serve wock wit the karo
Black man, I'm on king shit
Kiss the ground when you see the pharaoh
And my bitch like Nefertiti
She grant my every wish like she a Genie
Black disciple but I ain't no BD
Sick boy like I got VD
Boy, lets face it
You ain't no fucking chosen one lil boy you basic
Tryna trip me up I always keep up what the pace is
I just murder everything I never wrote can't leave no traces
Cause I know I got everything they want and they can't take it
Now its working out
I been moving on my chest weight
Working out so next year y'all can jam out to my best takes
Virgin style, can't even fuck with me on your best day
I could drop a bomb on niggas' heads but then I said wait
I could send careers to the ER or the med bay
I been too vindictive need to get up out this headspace
I been smoking Zaza straight up ice cream or that wed cake
I been breaking laws I might just bang out in a fed chase
I said fuck it I'll do it myself, this shit light work
Need a sec, gotta find me the right words
I pop out in some Jays and a white shirt
Acting weird, you get hit with a tight curve
I be spitting game when I don't like her
Make her turn to a fighter
Make you cry, it's okay, I'm a swiper

Written by:
Mohammed Rashid

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