CASPER

[Verse 1: Triple777]
It was all arrogance in hindsight, that's the narrative of my life
Fuck it though, I be on mine, break bread but drink all the wine
We can do it all on my time, unapologetically decline
Anything I find asinine, it's me bitch, I feel divine
Fuck conventional thought, bitches become conventional thots
After the shit society taught, then blame it on those who not
After Epstein's fake suicide, people still believe in the lies
C'mon now, read between thе lines, if you really woke you caught 'еm dead to rights
Goin' ghost, no one fuckin with me, that's how it goes when you outgrow yo' city
Just me with a couple fifties on that champagne, just to feel pretty
They say "T7 actin real silly,", I don't owe you shit, bitch, really?
I stood loyal, you left quickly, bet you'd come back if I made a mili'
Like damn, (That's life) I zoom past, no break lights
Thank God, no stage fright, I be hella raw on the west side, yeah
Live rent-free in every mind, I don't really give a shit so never mind

[Verse 2: YUNG FLEX]
If they sleeping, I'ma make 'em wake up
Quit the bitching nigga, get your pape' up
I ain't stopping 'til me and my gang up
And it's fuck everyone showing fake love
Like, fuck all the clout
Just tryna show these niggas what I'm about
Tell 'em to separate me from the crowd
What I'm spitting is real, no, I don't gotta shout
Shit could go south if you running your mouth
Quit the Twitter talking, internet complaining
If the blind lead the blind, there ain't no debating
I could give a fuck about what you be saying
Fuck the system, it's getting dismantled
You won't do shit if you don't take a gamble
Everyone lost, I'ma lead by example
While you just worried 'bout who next to be canceled
Oh my God, that's enough of that though, I'ma flex, it's in the name
I ain’t worried 'bout fame bitch, I'm worried 'bout checks
And no, this ain't rap, bitch, I'm spitting game
You could get your ass packed, I ain't one to retract
Nigga, you could cracked 'cause I bring the pain
Better check all the facts, bitch, I'm moving too tact'
I could get a few racks and be still the same
And that's real shit, I know you motherfuckers feel this
All these rappers suck, I hit the kill-switch
Fuck the acting tough, I'm spitting real bitch
I won't stop until I get a mil' bitch
And that's real shit, I hope you motherfuckers feel this
I know you motherfuckers feel this, like