PROPHET Lyrics

God damn Sabir is wilding

Again I'm out of pocket

My mania steady calling

Again I'm out of options

I been chasing the profit

I labeled myself a prophet

I know that's gonna

Start the gossip

No matter how much

I watch it

So if one more lame

Tries asking what

I been on

I'll make him start

Counting all the sins

That I sit on

I turned the other cheek

So many times I been shit on

That I might have to

Smack a bitch to

Show them how to get on

Yeah, yeah

Sponsorship offers not fake

I took two hundred

Right into the bank

Whipping around like

I'm riding the tank

I run it up

Run it up

Counting it daily

If they don't pay me

I'ma get lazy

Asking for freebies

They talking crazy

I might just smack

The whole bitch if

She keep talking shit

All these diamonds

This shit not fugazi, bitch

I drop a post and

Lil bro who went ghost

Decided to

Show me some love

Dropping the dope

They looking for more

I said I'm a genius

Don't rush me

I'm cashing a check

I just bought a new necklace

To match what

I'm wearing aboveski

Stacking the bread off a

Beat I forgot that I made

I still call that a dubski

Made so much money

That I found it funny

The dudes who want smoke

Are the dudes that are broke

I see them watching

My pockets

They stalking for profit

But really their

Wallet's a joke

Get you a bag

Then you won't be

So mad

When you're seeing the band

Selling out for the floor

I'm living ahead

Because y'all moving slow

Just did the show

And I'm about to do more

I just got paid off

A beat that I made

That went viral for days

And I see that they hating

How much more hate

Can I take from a fake

Made my circle so tight

Cause I hate conversating

You ain't on my wave

Then get out of my face

I can't slow for a day

Keep it moving and pacing

I'm active I'm chasing

I'm working I'm tasting

Success slowly coming

And it feels amazing

God damn Sabir is wilding

Again I'm out of pocket

My mania steady calling

Again I'm out of options

I been chasing the profit

I labeled myself a prophet

I know that's gonna

Start the gossip

No matter how much

I watch it

So if one more lame

Tries asking what

I been on

I'll make him start

Counting all the sins

That I sit on

I turned the other cheek

So many times I been shit on

That I might have to

Smack a bitch to

Show them how to get on

Yeah, yeah