New bib but the kid ain’t mine fuck that jit

Untitled Playlist

Heart Quake

Window To My Mind...

They Not Ready

Paradise dripping 
Calabasas 
Release my soul 
To protect the masses 
The world makes 
Time go slow in fashions 
Crush our dreams 
To deplete the rashions

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Directors cut
Living in paradise 
In devils clutches 
A common touch 
Is a way of speaking
For some hearts 
Black 
And barely bleeding 
Discretions 
Placed In a body bag 
(Uh)
Lessons 
Wrote  Onna toe tag 
(Uh)
Blessings 
We can never hold that
Uh uh uh
The clock ticks 
As a breath of wind 
Ascends us
Tsch  
They make amends up just 
to keep us humble 
In a gritty position 
Wait Wait until they find 
Out how the world is envisioned
Then the shit gets  deep 
The more that we listen 
The Gates empty 
We’re Never giving in
So they try to take our oxygen 
Unlock the den 
We locked in
Lost 
Nd we losing our losses  again 


Taking those that we love 
close 
Uh
 dispose our hearts 
Nd souls 
Uh 
Take a screenshot 
Every time 
That we posting up 

Lost 

Shit we get in trouble for 
Knock knock knocking at the devils door 
not shit missing 
What you asking for 
Clock keeps ticking 
Uh shit 

Clock keeps ticking 
When it sounds your dismissed 
Taken by the silence 
It’s the sounds that he missed 
Steady going down 
Pound for pound
What is is 
Huh huh

6 hunnid 
the hunter hunted
never hunted again 
Whoa 
Whoa 
My nose get runny again 

When they sleeping on me 
Keep the devil on me
Like the reaper coming 
if we sleep for something 
Don’t be sleeping lonely 
If you sick  of something 
Then It better be cancer 
New crib 
Re instated with dancers 
New bib 
But the kid is not mine 
Pregnancy scare 
But the phantom is fine 
Pregnancy scare never happened 
I’m lying 
Listen
Born with the sharks but I’m hopping on ships 
Born in the walls 
Where the laws don’t exist 
exist for a reason
Go through emotions  we shift through the seasons 
Uh 
Yuh
Living on Egypt 

Living on Egypt 

Living on Egypt 

Living on Egypt 

Paradise dripping 
Calabasas 
Release my soul 
To protect the masses 
The world makes 
Time go slow in fashions 
Crush our dreams 
To deplete the rashions

Fractions 
We divide the fact 
That our accents 
Are taking over our African American 
Descents 
culture glistens 
Clothes are missing 
Then 
hurts to listen
Hurts for them admitting when they’re wrong 
Sitting stone 
Innocence weve 
Been sentenced on. 

Never leave incompetence alone

Never leave incompetence alone
Either that 
Or either way I’m gone 
Checking in 
Nd checking out of songs 
Check came in 
I’m clocking out I’m gone 
Shit

(Phantom)

Calabasas

what’s ur name ! (prod. waxie) (all plats soon <3)

Robbed a kid 
Of skills he had 
His life was like a candy store

Opportunities  he scaled upon 
But he just can’t ignore 
His family had pulled 
Him from his passion
Like it’s tug of war 
But Nigga got a roof and bed so wtf you crying for

 DE press  
Sorrow 
He dreamt of no tomorrow 
Humble ass quiet ass brat 
He sat in sorrow 

Face buried in his hands 
Shovel sat inside his room 
once he wipes  those tears away
That shovel turned into a broom 
Fears have been consumed 
Pride has been engulfed 
99 problems 
But not one of em is solved 

I’m tryna rap this quiet 
Memories pissing  me the fuck off 
Don’t know what he’s hiding 
Till he tells em all to fuck off 

He dreamt of saying that 
But he knows he’ll get his ass beat 
Was in love with basketball 
They wiped away his stat sheet 

Grades failing don’t care 
In his room he faced despair 
Peace nd Quiet 
In there 
Nd it gets his family out his hair 
Airing out the truth 
Inside his head 
But not a word was heard 
Momma says she knows 
Her baby boy 
But can’t see that’s he’s hurt 


Phantom 
Listen
For years he walked 
On hot coals 
Gained connects 
With lost souls 
Anguish was colossal
Anger built 
its awful 
Now he seeks repentance
Ona mic he matches sentences 
Freed him out his chains 
To help the ones placed on life 
Sentences 

Death he rebelled 
With his life he prevailed 
Walked carefully 
On egg shells 
Although it hurt like hell 
Giant hammer 
Giant hand 
Guess I was the nail!
Lion heart 
Giant brain 
Both were up for sell 

Knew one day it’ll all come out 
But still it hurts like hell 
Lord up high could’ve
Gave up on me 

By Grace my life was spared 
Lost a few along the way 
So now I live my life for there’s 
Lifeless phantom 
Touching those 
Whose souls still wonder in the air 
No heavens gate 
No depths of hell 
Just stuck inside a phantom 
 breached the wall 
Made the steps 
Climbed a hill 
And then some 
So pardon me 
If I don’t give a fuck bout being book dumb 
TheEarth quakes 
When I speak words 
 So Ik the world can hear it
Cut off  my soulmate 
Endearment 
lost half my spirit 
Gave out helping hands 
But 
I’ll walk this path myself 
A Human and a Phantom 
Together cover blemishes 
Gain passion through images 
Inspiration unlimited
plummeted 
To darkness 
Years in there I spent alone 
Extra hours stayed at school 
ain’t feel like coming home 
A bad thing i hate school 
High school made it worse 
Shout out to my old self 
Cuz he tried to make it work

Phantom 
I can go on and on

History/ His Story

DUMB ¿ (SPED) PROD - OG.ABI

cold *asf* - $at.urn X Phantom (prod. vinogradov) *ARCHIVE*

she mine + she not* - $at.urn X Phantom prod. vinogtadov

No more

“oh geez” prod. night vision

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022
feat. https://soundcloud.com/kyaruok
additional vocals by https://soundcloud.com/plnetgirl
mixed by myself

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: Atwood]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

[Verse 1: Atwood]
I got too much chutzpah 
That band gon break cuz that band ain't rubber
I been standing on a leg for the past 8 summers
Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna
I might
Payday pop off
Filet mignon then
Hear the whip pullin up bumpin tame impala
"Ayo where the cars at?" Shit the valet brought em
Cuz I been standing on a leg for the past 8 autumns
Now it's 
Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays)
What a lovely life we've made (life we've made)
Tend to catch them southern feels yeah
Caught inside of memorabilia 
Momma, father something's changed (something's changed)
Life is truly all a maze (all a maze)
Learn to capture something real yeah
That's the shit that's gonna heal you

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

[Verse 2: Kyaru]
OH - Wait
Im dat boy 
I want an art chick 
With a thin waist
To come fill that void
Shorty wanna throw shade
I don’t hear that noise
Until she rip my chain
And then she on my belt- wait
I’ve been flipping scripts
Y’all aint making money, 
Yall still aint making shit
Ironically, the fuckboys w/ issues
and empty pockets
Still flexing that petty shit, wait - wait - wait
Cause I’ve been standing on a leg, feels like it’s been 8 years
And you all know that I’ve been hoping
And I know that it’s been far too long, but I still feel no fear
And we all know that I’m still holdin’ (on) 

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

SRT ft. Kyaru (Prod. by Garrett.)

surprise drop while u wait for new track july 31st :))

vocals by @gnawdog
prod. by @kmoethekid

what you got?
what you need?
what you wantin?
packin in the bills
stack- stackin up the hunnids

huh
workin for the shit i always wanted tho
silver platter missin
but the blisters in abundance bro

what you got?
what you need?
what you wantin?
tryna take my fill
max- maxin out my fundin

woah
still a ways away from really stuntin tho
homies in the circle
we expandin our circumference hoe

blow up
gold on me like a toa
throwin all my green to keep me clean like a mower
cutthroat, when your razr flippin like a moto
rola better count your minutes when i roll up

keep bad vibes in the past, like a photo
now i'm spittin fire like a dragon, no comodo
sh- sh- shawty throwin ass like a rotor
put the key in the ignition turn her on like a motor

im a real go getter,
i been hardy, my flow venom
skin don't glitter
my stress game is so fitting
opponents so bitter
they airheads, so go figure
comin for my litter
your shit talk get unscented

yah ya boy tryna
stack it up, pack it up
had to void the family
tryna tack him up, back it up
constant negativity is
bad for luck, that's enough
baby tryna grow but
even momma had to laugh it up

im afraid of conflict
im afraid of backlash
im afraid that imma be the same if i don't act fast
imma be a rock star
imma get a cash stack
imma get a home where all the homies come and crash at
always been a lost cause
always want the last laugh;
always done me wrong in the past, gettin past that
maybe i should drank some
smoke some, trust less
maybe i should do my fuckin job and live my damn best

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