Prophet Lyrics

I ain’t need no gold chains

I ain’t need no gold rings

Mama always told me

Don’t break a sweat cause your better than these old kings

People keep on telling me to stop get the fuck out

Lethal when I am heading to the top you just struck out

High up on that pedi when you flop where you been at

Born for the top that’s the truth cause I am winning got you

All at the bottom lookin up towards the ceiling

Mouth full of cotton when you lying to these critics say your

Prayers get them started I ain’t stopping never finished

Learning from this prophet

Notes on this prophet what you

Say beg your pardon shut your mouth when I’m speaking

Jadens callin Gotham shine that light when I’m needed I ain’t

Stalin on the auction 100 dollars for my breathin ain’t enough

For this prophet

Bluffin on this prophet

I don’t give a damn bout you motha fuckas

I don’t give a damn bout you motha fuckas

Always been the plan yeah I see you the stands

And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas yeah

Always been the plan yeah I’m bluffing on ya

Weeds to the plants yeah I’m puffing on ya

Litter me with gold cause your nothing on me

Killer with a soul while I am cutting on ya

Struttin on you fuckin on you prophet writing novels on you killer

With a target on you whisper when I’m talkin

Bout it yeah

I can see them holes in your pockets what you writin

Better take some notes on this prophet

I am a

Goat with a target on the road to the summit

I am immune to this climate pulling strings on you puppets

Litter me with gold that’s the truth and you know it

Killer with a goal that’s the truth and you know it

Na you don’t get it

I see that you sweatin

You gotta admit it

I spit like a Legend

You sit like a pheasant

I'm high on a crescent

I'm high on that gold

You back up in seventh

So give me a second

Ill answer that question

You bitches be fake

Pay me the pension

I’m bringing the tension

I’m bringing the weapons

I’m bringing the lessons

I’m bringing the

HUUUUUU

Kill em I’ll kill em I’ll kill em again

Bitches be playing I’m killin again

Know what I’m saying

I came for the fame and

I’m taking your name and

I’m killin again

Fuck it this prophet is killin again

Fuck it this prophet is killin again

Shots in you fuckas

Blowin holes in you fuckas like yeah

I don’t give a damn about you motha fuckas

I don’t give a damn about you mother fuckers

Yeah

Always been the plan man I see you in the stands

And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas

Yeah

I don’t give a damn about you motha fuckas

I don’t give a damn about you mother fuckers

Always been the plan man I see you in the stands

And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas