Beamon - 3000 iPhones lyrics

[Verse 1] Fog crawls in my room and then I rise and I left And you said who your favorite rapper is, I can't mess with that Just picture me rolling I'm flipping up pigeons alonzo in training day, trench coat Like blade Please tell me what's wrong with these lames b**h do not send me your song I am sleep Yes I feel hate everywhere you feel love Hair long as the list of the artists I hate You love everything I'm the mud and the rain I'm the sky when it cry just to f** up your day, b**h [Hook] Snowfall on my body, I'm stacking bodies, kenpachi Boy I swear I am so sorry but k**ing became my hobby Young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade b**h I'm walking round like winter I'm freezing up everything, clutch Snowfall on my body, I'm stacking bodies, kenpachi Boy I swear I am so sorry but k**ing became my hobby Young dylan swinging vicious your kidneys stuck on my blade b**h I'm walking round like winter I'm freezing up everything, clutch [Bridge] Music you listen to that's just hilarity Step a little close, b**h I give you some clarity Soul full of skulls and my eyes full of hate Nail my ears closed I ignore what you say, b**h [Hook] Snowfall on my body, frozen pond I'm fena die I'm in a haunted house now come meet the young shadow god b**h I got 3000 iPhones drowning in the swamps b**h you probably gone hear me shreaking whenever you wanna call me [Final Bridge] Look what you did, look what you did Bones shatter in my skin I just looked all over, I got blood falling on my wrist I got blood falling on my wrist Hair ties around my wrist got me feeling like a b**h [Final Beamon] Every day waiting for winter, b**h soon as you get out my dreams Ima k** you Put my feet on the ground breaking cement up You rappers can't see me, b**h that is forever Rest on the mountain daydream in the river I lay in the tree make the breeze give you chivers I feel like mufasa, I died, yall my children I shred up your face when you speak you'll be spilling b**h I don't spend money f** what you own I'm looking like weezy, hot boys in nine six Hear all they songs but they ain't about sh** I'm snatching up souls spit them out in my tea, b**h How you feel?