Phantom Menace Lyrics - Suicideboys

Back against the wall (fuck!) 

And my pocket against the wall 

Still hanging in the hall 

Never change, I'm the same (nope) 

Please don't fucking call me, no (no) 

The person you are trying to reach is unavailable, aye (aye) 

Remember the days, when me and $lick had to came to LA? (hmm, hmm) 

Sleepin' on the floor at cousin Fat Nick's house 

When he let us double up even when he doesn't hit the couch (ay, ay, hey) 

That's to no amount 

Tell this time to really count 

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Whatever the fuck you said you hate is what the fuck I'm really about 

Really doing drugs, unlike you do it for the clout (nah) 

Really got a problem, like I'm usually backing out (yeah) 

All my friends are headcases and this kid's gonna pout 

Bring it back to the pizza kitchen, I'll clock in 'n' out 

Washin' dishes, 'cause of my bitch of a manager tripped still I'm out (I'm out) 

Fuck the rap industry; I'm down for the motherfucking count (ha-ha) 

All you fucking clowns, I could really do without (aye) 

I'll be back, I really, really, really doubt 

Southside maniac with the nine loaded (what?) 

Northside Shawty, AKA I'm loaded (okay) 

Made a couple milli' world tour (fuck it up yeah) 

Fuck a couple man 

Bind it up, like I'm the Joker in Gotham City (ha-ha-ha!) 

Before the days we used to hit up Orange Mound (hold up) 

TA clothes, smart fucks gon' count (throw them hands, like-) 

Ridin' four deep, man fuck these 

$moked out, loced out, $moked out, loced out (what?) 

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Now I'm surrounded by folks I never met 

Seem like the bigger you get, equals nothing but death 

But nonetheless, still 'bout them dead presidents 

Innocent residence, straper looked out, begin 

Funerals for the cold-blooded makeup skin (pop-pop-pop) 

So I called Ruby, he said we got the blade (okay) 

I'm like, okay, I got the jacket loaded and the AK 

In the AK, AK 

Fuck yeah! 

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) 

When I die bury me in the grave 

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) 

Suicide till the motherfucking grave 

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) 

When I die bury me in the grave 

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) 

Suicide till the motherfucking grave