Whoe I can float like I'm Danny phantom
Going ghost like Luigi's mansion
Leave the booth and the yo is enchanted
Either the stu or I'm at the encampment
Know you snooze so I enter the sandman
These are the cards I was handed
Hit the stage and make off like a bandit
Mind drifting my decisions random
You think it's different but to me it's standard
So I guess we just on different planets
My universe expansive
This a celestial body of work professional
On the next episode X amount records sold
I would never sell my soul so I got to tell my foes
You can get to stepping or you can be my stepping stone
Every track fixing to get clicked like a metronome
Facts know that I got your back like a stethoscope
Real rap hop up on wax just to set the tone
Day ones stay layered up like a eskimo
I can see the future I can read emotion
Callon B the ruler known to seize the moment
Underneath the lunar each realm is interwoven
Voices in my head and they so well spoken hello
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
Studio haunted man I see Pac coming out of pictures
I got Biggie in my ear while I'm flipping spitting the scriptures
My energy when I walk in causing visual fissures
Visual fishers take they camera freezing time for pictures
I f*ck around and make the sky cry
Not faithful cause even connections are ethernet or they wifi
Physical attractions never the same as my mind
We got to f*ck in the Matrix to make it all align
I can't show you where my bed at
Cause you be snooping where the motherf*cking feds at
It's only characters on top now like a PEZ cap
I'm trying to bring that real shit from the dead back
Talking to these ghosts only they know where my head at
Suicidal doors going to be the spot you end at
Life is good really but I know you never get that
It's different when you doing shit but you ain't got to flex that
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
I was born two thousand and one but vibes frozen
It's get rich or die trying I need to focus
You can't poke us
These new rappers are bogus so Callon
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
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Whoe I can float like I'm Danny phantom
Going ghost like Luigi's mansion
Leave the booth and the yo is enchanted
Either the stu or I'm at the encampment
Know you snooze so I enter the sandman
These are the cards I was handed
Hit the stage and make off like a bandit
Mind drifting my decisions random
You think it's different but to me it's standard
So I guess we just on different planets
My universe expansive
This a celestial body of work professional
On the next episode X amount records sold
I would never sell my soul so I got to tell my foes
You can get to stepping or you can be my stepping stone
Every track fixing to get clicked like a metronome
Facts know that I got your back like a stethoscope
Real rap hop up on wax just to set the tone
Day ones stay layered up like a eskimo
I can see the future I can read emotion
Callon B the ruler known to seize the moment
Underneath the lunar each realm is interwoven
Voices in my head and they so well spoken hello
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
Studio haunted man I see Pac coming out of pictures
I got Biggie in my ear while I'm flipping spitting the scriptures
My energy when I walk in causing visual fissures
Visual fishers take they camera freezing time for pictures
I f*ck around and make the sky cry
Not faithful cause even connections are ethernet or they wifi
Physical attractions never the same as my mind
We got to f*ck in the Matrix to make it all align
I can't show you where my bed at
Cause you be snooping where the motherf*cking feds at
It's only characters on top now like a PEZ cap
I'm trying to bring that real shit from the dead back
Talking to these ghosts only they know where my head at
Suicidal doors going to be the spot you end at
Life is good really but I know you never get that
It's different when you doing shit but you ain't got to flex that
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
I was born two thousand and one but vibes frozen
It's get rich or die trying I need to focus
You can't poke us
These new rappers are bogus so Callon
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
Going ghost like Luigi's mansion
Leave the booth and the yo is enchanted
Either the stu or I'm at the encampment
Know you snooze so I enter the sandman
These are the cards I was handed
Hit the stage and make off like a bandit
Mind drifting my decisions random
You think it's different but to me it's standard
So I guess we just on different planets
My universe expansive
This a celestial body of work professional
On the next episode X amount records sold
I would never sell my soul so I got to tell my foes
You can get to stepping or you can be my stepping stone
Every track fixing to get clicked like a metronome
Facts know that I got your back like a stethoscope
Real rap hop up on wax just to set the tone
Day ones stay layered up like a eskimo
I can see the future I can read emotion
Callon B the ruler known to seize the moment
Underneath the lunar each realm is interwoven
Voices in my head and they so well spoken hello
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
Studio haunted man I see Pac coming out of pictures
I got Biggie in my ear while I'm flipping spitting the scriptures
My energy when I walk in causing visual fissures
Visual fishers take they camera freezing time for pictures
I f*ck around and make the sky cry
Not faithful cause even connections are ethernet or they wifi
Physical attractions never the same as my mind
We got to f*ck in the Matrix to make it all align
I can't show you where my bed at
Cause you be snooping where the motherf*cking feds at
It's only characters on top now like a PEZ cap
I'm trying to bring that real shit from the dead back
Talking to these ghosts only they know where my head at
Suicidal doors going to be the spot you end at
Life is good really but I know you never get that
It's different when you doing shit but you ain't got to flex that
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
I was born two thousand and one but vibes frozen
It's get rich or die trying I need to focus
You can't poke us
These new rappers are bogus so Callon
I ain't choose rap I was chosen
Veil getting thinner by the moment
Heard that it was written but I never wrote it
Thought it's superstition but it was an omen
Yeah you know
I'm an esper I can speak to specters
Otaku Underworld spirit detective
Mob psycho I keep it one hundred
Kill the track now the studio haunted
Writer: AARON FRANCO, CALLON NANNY
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Copyright: Lyrics © GYB GOT YOUR BACK PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave