Prophet Lyrics

Lord bless me

I just left my jeweler

Hella icy

Brand new blick

Clip like extended rulers

Brand new bitch

She in the whip throwin brain like the finest tutor

Glocky hold a fifty my seventeen gotta thing for cougars

Haaa

Bitch

We gone take it there

Ignore the hate I'm peepin the pape through cartier eye wear

Two in the mornin I'm pushin a foreign doin the Ric Flair

Them ppl catch us swear they might try to give the the electric chair

I'm juggin through the city

Stacking pape like my niggas would

Me and meechie mobbin through this bitch like pac and big suge

Run up on the mob swear to god I wish a bitch would

We gone spark him leave lil bro smoking just like a backwood

Print that

Riding with yo bitch I got the seat back

Couple times i made her take that one bag to that one trap

I live my life the same way I say I did in that one rap

Paranoid i only talk on face time like my phone tapped

Big 23

Aka RcB

The lil nigga with stupid cheese

And a mindset like PAC

Never had a friend like me

If its smoke then I'ma ridah red tips in the clip jump stupid I won't deny ya

I'm unload

then reload

Continue to blow down

I ain't that typa nigga you fuck with I'm kinda low down

If you be on some fuck shit I recommend you don't you come around

Cause we gone handle that

Got them one thangs that's gone suppress the sound

I'ma soulja til I die

Riding for MBI

Don't clique hop or play both sides

Bitch we ain't them other guys

Dedicated to that bag so all of my time is tied

Ain't nothing but ambition and pain you look into my eyes

I lost my nigga to a tec

Other one to a car wreck

And yet I'm still shining and grindin the opps be upset

My bloodline graduated to mansions used to be in projects

I told my granny we gone up she think I'ma prophet

All my life I been told I'm the one now I'm starting to believe it

I'm that nigga with all typa sauce and different typa seasonings

Neimans shoppin foreign fit coppin bitch yo shit outta season

Double Gs it don't stand for Gucci two glocks in my Amiris

Look at my life bitch how the fuck can you hate on me

I was brought up by the streets and baby sat by the fiends

My role models was Grandaddy Rahkim and E

And the Lord took them all its just Me and Meech

These streets is a beast

In this game you can't cheat

Pay the cost to be the boss and that fee ain't cheap

I done paid all I had

Me my hustle and my mag

This is all I got left gotta carry out the plan

I'ma soulja til I die

Riding for MBI

Don't clique hop or play both sides

Bitch we ain't them other guys

Dedicated to that bag so all of my time is tied

Ain't nothing but ambition and pain you look in my eyes

I lost my nigga to a tec

Other one to a car wreck

And yet I'm still shining and grindin the opps be upset

My bloodline graduated to mansions used to be in projects

I told my granny we gone up she think I'ma prophet