Inflation ft. Max Prophet Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm in my bag right now, I'm in my woo-woo
This is the proclamation of a man who's gon' be legendary
Understand me folks, this shit is scary I make my life the way it is by wishin' on
A fairy Said I wanted more, so I changed my Itinerary
Look, someone please tell me the cost of Innovation
Raised the price way too much because of Inflation Shit, Illuminatis, Freemasons
Secret society, watchin' over society thinkin' for myself, so I know they got they
Eye on me Is it stereotypical that I'm rappin' on songs
Melanated, motivated, business black, owned been through all the bullshit, it's why I got
A backbone
I'm in my bag right now, I'm in my woo-woo baby sis is now a high school grad, but I'm
Still trippin' off the fact I got beef with her dad
And that shit bothers my spirit, I let my therapist hear it
Convertin' feelings to lyrics, I got the skills for this
World is feelin' like Hawkins, I see the stranger shit
Like how they hate who we are, but they still love our shit
And it ain't makin' sense
Hungry dogs run fast, everybody knows this tellin' the critics, pipe down, cause I'm
Tryin' focus Marijuana smokin', top five smokin', Cloud 9 livin , I stay floatin'
I stay stressin', damn near lost it my mind racin', but I play lethargic
Excuse my nonchalantness I arose from the ashes, now I'm hooked on
Phonics I turnt all that pent up smoke into a written
Sonnet this pen's the tone setter, oh you drop gems
Here's my Rosetta Stone tester I crack the code on every verse you done wrote
On told you to get your quotes on, but that's
Just bein' prolonged It took a while to raise this price, ain't
It? Oh, you just nice enough to have them haters
Look twice but you ain't famous, your face card's still
Faceless bitches askin' you what your name is, Just
Focus on your paintin' I'm Pablo Picasso at his Workstation, yeah, it's
Nice the rhyme work hella refined, top of the line
Type words from Don of Perrion, like, it's nice
Too nice