Symptoms pt.2 by Kaythenum phenomenon Lyrics
[Verse : Kaythenum]
Yo all the freaks wouldn't speak cause my check was weak They would turn the other cheek so i started to seek
A way to get a play and maybe one day i be perfoming a storm just for a decent pay
No matter how it seems i always kept a dream All the girls scream and you suckers get creamed
I used to stand on the block selling crocked up rocks Money basting out my sock I wouldn't even check the clock
There where kinds of dreams bringing jackets and jeans for magazines and anything to hustle for beans
The cash was coming fast money grew like grass people hungry for blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha getting richer and richer the police even took a picture
I still suply for people i knew died for murders for homicid for bottle and suicid
Money jewerly living like a star and i wasn't too far from a smashed car
I shut up stores, I kicked down doors collecting scars from little nighbourhood wars
Many legs i broke, many necks i chocked and if provocked i let the pistol smoke I was type of an opposite side of smoking a pope
I got hype cause Rags to riches Switches body bags in ditches "Symptoms"
A thug, A mug for drugs, He eventually bugs Looking for some craps carpets and rugs
The squallers tells but the drug dillers still sells
Little spoiled kids Inhealling oil wells
King of the bars i'm going hardcore All my cofidents comes from knowing gods laws
Banging on the system fighting my kind of war
Loud as a whisphere but quit as a lion roar Shut the fuck up and send those kind of stores
I'm phenomenon rapping like i'm bored into sporg not lords But those kind of bords, Doors, Slods, Pause..
I'm tha Ghost Witch
Yo all the freaks wouldn't speak cause my check was weak They would turn the other cheek so i started to seek
A way to get a play and maybe one day i be perfoming a storm just for a decent pay
No matter how it seems i always kept a dream All the girls scream and you suckers get creamed
I used to stand on the block selling crocked up rocks Money basting out my sock I wouldn't even check the clock
There where kinds of dreams bringing jackets and jeans for magazines and anything to hustle for beans
The cash was coming fast money grew like grass people hungry for blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha getting richer and richer the police even took a picture
I still suply for people i knew died for murders for homicid for bottle and suicid
Money jewerly living like a star and i wasn't too far from a smashed car
I shut up stores, I kicked down doors collecting scars from little nighbourhood wars
Many legs i broke, many necks i chocked and if provocked i let the pistol smoke I was type of an opposite side of smoking a pope
I got hype cause Rags to riches Switches body bags in ditches "Symptoms"
A thug, A mug for drugs, He eventually bugs Looking for some craps carpets and rugs
The squallers tells but the drug dillers still sells
Little spoiled kids Inhealling oil wells
King of the bars i'm going hardcore All my cofidents comes from knowing gods laws
Banging on the system fighting my kind of war
Loud as a whisphere but quit as a lion roar Shut the fuck up and send those kind of stores
I'm phenomenon rapping like i'm bored into sporg not lords But those kind of bords, Doors, Slods, Pause..
I'm tha Ghost Witch