1200 - Fantom lyrics

[Verse 1: 1200] I feel like I got ADD Cause when I'm in cla**es all I see are big a** a**es Double D's and I'm on KTT Seven tabs open, and three of em ain't my laptop I will sell pills to the f**ing school mascot My community is destroyed Why uplift these boys, we usually get the void Nobody can create, all they want are rebates n***as ain't never satisfied until they rot and cremate Burn baby burn, the ash of the middle cla** Think you got some nice a** kicks until somebody kick yo a** And from there it escalates, instead of tryna separate Section 8 n***as come within inches the Devil's face Dante's Inferno level 8, that's just a rebel's fate Eat a** face when they find out how the metal tastes Finally the moment comes, welcome home to Heaven's gates Streets made of gold and every phantom has to levitate [Hook: JOHN MiKE] (x4) Cos I got it by the motherf**ing boatload And your f**ing b**h is a f**ing bozo Yeah you know though [Verse 2: JOHN MiKE] Sick with the mathematics Come in and blasting lyrical visual graphics Got the tools like I'm a mechanic b**h you kinda looking like plastic Looking like plastic, you looking real fake Man don't make a mistake cos your a** gon get sprayed And this ain't no computer you can't escape Dude got a p**y he finna menstruate Finna menstruate, just look at how he acting They say that your friends down but then they start acting like f*ggots When you get a little buzz, I'm smoking marijuana While I'm eating grey poupon and your b**h acting like a lobster A crawfish, yeah that's your b**h, she's on my dick And UPFM taking over dog and that's just how it is That's how it is, it's not gonna change I'm all in the lead and I'm winning the race And how does it feel, dog how does it taste To know that your a** all in last place And when you drop your mixtape, ain't no-one gon download So you might as well just pack your sh** get ready for the high road You think you dropping bangers, you think you dropping hits But your vocals ain't even mastered, dog go and get them sh**s mixed [Hook] [Verse 3: Grand Kaiser] Bringing hell onto bottom feeders Hit your a** with heatseekers Heathens become believers sacrificing to try and reach us I am the para-reaper, come meet the gatekeeper The blind cannot be cured if you sleeping you'll never see us Formulating plans while your a** is still sleeping Wake up in the morning I'mma run up and creep ya b**h I'm cold like a fever, leave your a** barely breathing Heard your sh** always leaking, and your b**h always freaking I'm in league with some vengeful demons, we running the f**ing building Leave your body intact, your head up in the ceilings I'm different, they don't see the knowledge I personify The torture I bring to sinners probably make them more than die Presidential savior, my influence is radiant City of the living dead, I'm bout to crush your cranium Fear is the mind k**er I avoid it by any means Boston my city b**h, UPFM my f**ing team [Hook]