Prophet Lyrics

Jay Baby

Yea they call me the Church Boy

Shoutout to Chris I was still doing shows while these niggas was hating on me…

Everbody

Wake up and bake I just twist up a waffle, I told her I'm trynna get lean…

Syrup out it

Lot of y'all don't even know what I mean why yall probably be thinking I'm mean…

Hurt bout it

Ride in designer this car got a stripe on the front but the seat color cream…

BurBody

Sippin on Tropic, I bet I ain't coughing

Ain't sick as the opps cause they man in a coffin

Lit up my watch but it's Gold and it's solid

and plane like I just took the landing strip off it

We got to peel it's a cop I'm wit Moe in the car

trying to get the banana clip off it

Heard the church boy what they call him

That's cause of his calling, Oh yea and he came for the prophet

Profit, Profit, Profit…yea

I used to sing In Choirs

Now a nigga inquire bout new designer

Got one job when you sliding Boy you the driver

Park the whip when we fired, Let's get him fired

Caught him slipping and sliding

Need newer tires

(Oh damn what happened to his shooter?)

Ain't been seen since that day I heard he retired

They ain't sleeping on Jay I thought we was tired

All I know is that he from the Ville all he know is some Dope

He want some Mills, all he got is some Hope

Aint been to jail, he drop bars not the soap

Ain't No redemption, this saw gotta shank

If it ain't for a check then I'm drawing a blank

A Tank top and joggers I walk in the bank

So they prolly thinking I'm robbing the bank

No ma'am, I just came to make a deposit

No ma'am, I probably just came for the profit

Profit, Profit…

I went to church all need is a prophet

Walked out of church trying to see but a profit

Designer shades I can see a like a prophet

Styrofoam Cup starting leaning I prop it

Would he backdoor me lets see I'ma prop it

I ain't no hoe, you know me I'ma pop it

Up it, and pull it, and squeeze, and bop it

AMG don't need a key to unlock it

Bought the McQueens and some people ain't like it

I had to just do it cuz these are not Nike

I'm mad with the music, I Beat It like Mikey

They bad with the music so these niggas Mikey..Jackson

New THC but it's Wocky..actually

Do it off lean but I walk it..fastly

Two cups from Sheetz, it ain't coffee, caffeine

The bean got me up like it's coffee

My jewelry freezing me up like it's Wafi

How he a King in a truck like he Jaffe

How she be cleaning me up off this Oxy

How they be t'ing me up like it's Golfing

High beam, they beaming me up with this Scotti

My team ain't teaming me up with a Scottie

I'm in the ring with a punch like it's Rocky

I tell KB sign me up like it's Roccy

Yea