[Intro: Tag]

Fantom

[Hook: Yesify]

Hate the public eye, so I'm stayin' in camo

Loadin' up my thoughts and I'm savin' my ammo

Goin' into battle like I'm Rambo

Mission abort, finna go in the commando

[Verse 1: Yesify]

I'm a shitty person, I break every single promise

I be soundin' like a hater 'cause I’m very, very honest

Never been normal, can't see what they see

Slap up on the wrist, emo girl, I like yo cut, G!

Big buck teeth, and I'm lookin' so goofy

And I put 'em all to sleep like a roofie

Ain't playin' no games, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty

Thought I had a friend for life, but then he turned fruity

Lot of people sleepin', but I'm so damn awake

Never been a vegan, but my life is at stakе (Steak)

Can't trust my own 'cause most of them fakе

Been my true self and it's makin' 'em hate, aye

Ain’t givin' me a chance 'cause I'm very, very different

My rap voice sucks, but my lyrics so gifted

Love to be in shadows 'cause one day

One day, they will know that I existed

It's all fun and games like the days you were kids

The less friends that you got, you'll see life for how it really is

But like, you'll actually see it, like, deadass (Fantom)

[Hook: Yesify & Ghostface]

Hate the public eye, so I'm stayin' in camo

Loadin' up my thoughts and I'm savin' my ammo

Goin' into battle like I'm Rambo

Mission abort, finna go in the commando

Hate the public eye, so I'm stayin' in camo

Loadin' up my thoughts and I'm savin' my ammo

Goin' into battle like I'm Rambo

Mission abort, finna go in the commando (Ghostface Trendsetta)

[Verse 2: Ghostface]

Okay, I'm hidin' from the public eye

These niggas bitches tellin' lies

A goofy in a clown disguise just tryna get the best of me

Switch the flow like switchin' clothes without takin' a bath

A dirty boy up in the streets and on the beat, so feel my wrath

'Cause like I'm narcissistic, 'cause I'm the only one that’s stoppin' me

I'm pessimistic, because I see the worst in others, G

And I got two colors — green and black; so I'm the camouflage

Leave 'em dead, mysterious

Forgive me, I thought I was God

Holy hell, I make 'em drop a penny in the wishing well

I wish 'em well

If spittin' bars was wrong, then I woulda been in jail

No gettin' bail

And rest in piece to all the real, you feel?

They think they want the smoke until I'm dishin' out the sickle cell