Haunter Video (MV)

If all you see is crooks, best be read for the slaughter
This remind of that Crook, Budden, Royce, El proper
I speak in tongues
The sooth sayer, purveyor over the Ides of March
We don't roll tides, we chuck O's with checked clothes
In the caravan with checked bags we predisposed
This is chess not checkers
Cajun fries straight from Rally's
Right off Artesia & Downey
That's always crawling with federales
And fed up pedestrians off the 91
I've come to peace with visage of Drake
Off the 91 East
Billboard Residence, 92.3
In the heart of Compton
Slot should be for K Dot
Give a f*ck bout what is hot
Give the legend his props
Not on your radar am I
Cover of Fader, no sir
Don't need no pendant when penship sent from Olympus
Epitomize what took approximately 7 days
11 minutes to make
I'm a God tiering, God sent catastrophe
None of y'all are half as great as my half life
Thought you was on your grind boy
You's a half pike
Egotistic, Eagle Tony, but never phony
Instead of phoning home, I phone my homies
And now we making moves
I cut loose when I times two
Whatever you drinking
They say the fruit is forbidden
We drink it when it's fermented
The crossroads of jurisdiction, perdition, and lack of vision
But still we rise like attention to benjamins newly minted
Couldn't think of a better chorus so here you go
My apologies I wrote this at 1:24
In the morning, so if tomorrow never comes
I pray the Lord forgiveness for the things that I've done
Should this be my last track
Bleed it on wax
Shout out to Smyth cause he made the beat like Scooby Snacks
And I've been feral, the youngest pharaoh since Tut
Miss Cleo listed out the Marks
So my city should know what's up
Great googly moogly
Truthfully been killing these niggas so ruthlessly
That they think it's easy, but it's big
Fugetaboutit I'm tryna eat nan with Nas in '95
Fore I ever existed, the Land Before Time
Boujee bum bitches tryna squeeze up in the picture
For some cognac, zodiac
Bitch I'm a scorpio
You cannot have none of those
Stand outside of Figeroa
For some J's at the pop up
And this ain't no putlock but I brought my A game
I'm off to Zion to lead my brothers like Orion
No stars on my belt but my homie keep the peace in west with the Smith like an Icon
But, that's just hereditary
Our lives are temporary
Check the news
Turned 22 with a 3 year window
3/5's of a man, 1 of 3 in jail, Mazda 3 in park
So if I get smoked through the glass of my newest car
Hope my lines were dope enough
No fentanyl but we in the cut like
Couldn't think of a better chorus so here you go
My apologies I wrote this at 1:24
In the morning, so if tomorrow never comes
Pray the Lord forgiveness for the things that I've done
Should this be my last track
Bleed it on wax
Shout out to Smyth cause he made the beat like Scooby Snacks
And I've been feral, the youngest pharaoh since Tut
Miss Cleo listed out the Marks
So my city should know what's up