Phantasm (feat. Kwadwo Punch) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah yeah
Woah, woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Chale me I dey
Get the f*ck out my face
If I'm the one they've been looking for
Go tell them that I ain't scared cos me I dey
Tell em all to move way
Never had a new Jag
So I'm tryna get this money
Me I dey
Got an army on my back yh we don't play
Pull up on your block we ain't afraid to spray
All my n****s day ones yh all the way
And we blessed by Jehovah cos we pray
Who's that sellout boy chale where he dey
If we catch am, we go put am for ein place
Killing shit every motherf*cking day
I promised I'll be out the streets I'm on my way
Yh I got the sauce yh gravy
Wavy like I'm in the navy
I'm still getting blessed on the daily
And when I leave who's gon replace me
In the studio; working on my craft
Speeding up I'm like flash with the cash
And if a n***a want to act funny
Take him back to school, Yh we take him back to class
No time to be fake hoe, Still working hard to be great hoe
And till then I ant gonna pause hoe, too fast way out of my time zone
Boom boom everywhere, feeling like metro
Too much gas; too much petrol
Too many bars, still going presto
Fast like a car, yh I mean lambo
Chale I dey
Get the f*ck out my face
If I'm the one they've been looking for
Go tell them that I ain't scared cos me I dey
Tell em all to move way
Never had a new Jag
So I'm tryna get this money
Me I dey
Pray to God every morning, I'm okay
Rebuke the devil and his ways I'm not your slave
I'm doing shit legit, doing shit my way
You tried to kill me but you're digging your own grave
Life's two-faced like Harvey Dent
It's either you too proud or you repent
When you flip that coin of destiny
It's either you the fool or you the man
Sometimes they come to you smiling
It's either they genuine or they pretend
I don't know what's gon become of me
So, I pray to lord, my life is in his hands, and
My beats hard like No.ID
If they were to compare you to me
You'll never get a vote like P.P.P
I'm being frank n***a, yh I'm wavy like the sea
And no one can retire me
Oh, yh I've crossed that line of sanity
And these bitch ass n***s still crying
Oh, please excuse my misogyny, yeah
Oh, me I dey, me I dey, me I dey
You finna hear this and still want to play
Oh, me I dey, me I dey, me I dey
Keep on hating we won't listen any way
And i'm blessed, no more stress
Working hard, on the desk
I don't play, on the beat
When their asleep, i turn into a beast
N****s want to battle but I'm prime year Azuma
You ain't got no balls like a finished game of zuma
Always speeding up and all I'm chasing is the Mulla
Brighter days will come and we'll be singing hallelujah