David The Peruvian - PHANTOM lyrics

[Hook: David the Peruvian] Bottles, yeah we popping bottles Only seventeen and you know we popping bottles Parents out of town, house party with some models Daddy left the coup take it out, theft auto Bottle after bottle Yeah we popping bottles Only seventeen and you know we popping bottles Parents out of town, house party with some models Daddy left the coup take it out, theft auto! Wait, hold up, the cops at your door Your condom popped and you impregnated a who*e You cheated on your girl she was standing in the door Way out of line so the judge added more. (x2) [Verse 1: David the Peruvian] Yeah I'm white but going hard on caucasins I'm sick of the racist The drinking the driving speed racin' And hatin' Radio stations be bangin' the same sh** Not even a gun that sh** will still leave you brainless So hold the f**ing stainless Bad a** white boy says he speaks a different language He doesn't understand the deeper meaning of my anguish All he cares about is his mother f**ing main b**h... Cocain hits his brain as he hits a lane change He chose the wrong lane but has yet to complain Girls in the back sipping champagne A little bit scared but they think he's cute So they don't care Around the school mister Mercedes has fame All he has to do is show a lady and she's game Bragging bout hooking up with dames Next day came He claims, she, didn't even say a name But sh** was bout to change He noticed at the bank His nose dripping blood and his telephone rang His girl on the line said she wanna see her babe But he blew her off he would rather sniff yay Rather feed his face, c**aine over cake She wanna let him know they have a baby on the way Unaware of the f**ed up sh** taking place By the time she found out...way too late The man she used to date Is no longer the same The soul he once had is waiting for him at the gates Tried to quit once put drinking in it's place Also added black and blue makeup to her face But see I don't care about them or their f**ing pain If you don't learn from you mistakes Then you will seal your f**ing fate If I made eye contact, they would look away So when the contact my phone, I look away [Hook] [Verse 2: Mr. Franklin] (Mr., f**in', Frank) Who be knocking? It be me Mister Frank From the Cali- For-n I-A And I'm coming straight from L.A To tell you, a little story From back in the day Since eighth grade Why kids would invite me to there Parties And I would partake In the things they did Religious folks would say I've sinned f** that sh** f** that sh**! f** that sh**, mother f** your b**h! Ninth grade summer started smoking, drinking, tripping Tenth grade you know I was f**ing Even though I don't give a f**, nothing Ever changed I've always been true to myself Sip champagne Celebrate I'm Mr. f**ing Frank Takin' your change f**ing b**hes Gettin' on the nerves of my brain Sippin' Bacardi golden Bottle at the party Not even old enough Throttle, throttle Reborn Not a part of that fake crowd no more Girls, mostly slores Drunk as f**, still seem poor In the gla** they ask a hit Next morning don't remember sh** Old friends that still party now got a bloody nose Now everybody knows, not to f** with those f**ing hoes A hoe will be a hoe Even though I still don't give a f** I know you feel this bruh I know you want to be a part of Realest crackers from the west coast Put in work We gon' see who does the most b**hes [Hook]