Corrección Letra Phantoms - URBVN ARCHITECTS NYC par URBVN ARCHITECTS NYC

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(Josh Alias)

(verse)
The clock's tickin' and the plot thickens
The rolly's sounding like a stopwatch
We keep it hip hop, you kids bop
I'm in that drop top continental
Ridin' in Soho
Plottin on grams, my homies leveling grams
Forget the gram, got no time for a photo
Only stoppin at 7-ELEVEn, before my 11o'clock bottle of azia arrotos
Tryna make it to heaven we reppin' triple seven's
You rappers see through like my Space Jam 11's
The jam to this from Earth to Outer space
Roman rise well paying dues to my fallen brethren (?)
𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘏
I'm still riding dolo
Still lowkey find me somewhere in a polo
With a teddy bear, it's poaching season
I been patient
You had a bad day? Dawg I had a bad couple years
Struggle now to not struggle in a couple years
Hit up Teddy to kill a verse, he already did, it's truth or dare
You gotta dare n***as to tell the truth, even when they do, nobody cares
Nobody compares, to the skill level, ill rebels, kids pill poppin, me?
I'm calm relaxed, I'm still rockin, Bo Jackson's old jerseys
Throwin on the trowback my back reppin' Wally Szcerbiak
It's Wally's world (?) the flow gottem lookin firmly like, where's waldo
You back steppin when you heard us rap
I'm an alto, but my boys act like sopranos
If you mess with the fam'o(?), playtime's over
Let go of the handle, spin the handle, on that Range Rover
Different from the vandal, squad with a squad full of vandals
Used to pick locks, now we pickin a lot
From swap meets to top sweets
I keep my eyes out, cause these cops be lurking
In these Lincolns they say I'm spittin c*cky
Nah I been workin, day and night till I got that right humble dude (?)
With a lot to prove makin moves
Got a lot to prove, stop actin new like you with the crew, dawg who is you
(Chorus)

Like a phantom I had to go ghost on all homies, So I could ride phantoms
Don't say you know me you a bystander
The type to talk then dap you up right after
I been quiet now its lights camera, action,   x2

(Bridge)

Stop askin for me
Stop asking for me no, no, x2

(Verse)
(Yung_K)

Supreme commentary I crush the powers of many
My emerald jade blade turn yo vessel to confetti
We kings of the Serengeti the knowledge is necessary
Ion think they ready
Record the slaughter already, Preorder that new machete
USPS better send me, my enemies acting friendly so I chop they f**kin bushes
Coppers mad me and Kush push past in the space craft
They hate that we skate fat, Yo they can't take that
Yo I'm spittin straight facts
Yo that sh*t was mad funny, we made them look dummy
All they found was cash money and the 120 paper bag
Heated leather in the tummy with that maple wax
Swerve like a razorback snakes in my rearview
We in gear 2, bumping we can't hear you
The first time I hit a buck was on the Clearview
Run up on us get hit like them deers do
Out in jersey, My whip packing more horses then a derby
Mama said you better not be riding dirty
You know my gang worthy
Dub thee Urbvn Swag lovely, your girl wanna tug me
Ain't no one above me so you can drip like a waterfall
If you ain't talkin money then don't call at all
(Chorus)
(Josh Alias)
Like a phantom I had to go ghost on all homies, So I could ride phantoms
Don't say you know me you a bystander
The type to talk then dap you up right after
I been quiet now its lights camera, action,   x2

(Bridge)

Stop askin for me
Stop asking for me no, no, x2

(Verse)
(Tedy Andreas) (?)

No police escort, only employ my brethren
No deduction on taxes f**k the irs backwards dawg
Bandwagon cucks, sour diesel spark
Blowin out my nostrils lookin like the shawty I stash in my garage
7 digit plots, luxury condo's I'm schemin on those
Convertible whips like Kennedy could potentially catch a homo
Livin bullet proof, blame the mickeys use, urbvn on my shoes, like I got the flu, retro 12's on, Decepticon type villain
State to state adventure I pipe b*t*hes
Relationship killer, My hydro green and magenta
Like my feet in nike sneaks and g star on my jeans
And in my dreams I shoot police and I been chasing my dreams
Obsessed with getting my loot up
C.R.E.A.M. get me rushes of feins that shoot up
Millennial mindsets are getting harder to coincide with
This b*t*h texting and driving me while I write this
If I die who gone survive me (?), don't f**k with anybody

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