Prodigy Lyrics

Crossing paths with presidents, I kill this beat no evidence

My talent must be heaven sent, I'm running off of diesel, painting pictures on an easel

Some people think I'm evil, cause they know my beats are lethal

You could never pull this off, so know we are not equal

Foreshadowing my glory like I'm living in the prequel

Wind flowing in the grass, smoking while I'm skipping class

Instead of doing homework, all I want to do is write these raps

No cap, Buzby make the beat slap

Possessed, tell me where the priest at

No less, popping like the grease hot

I taught myself, that's why all of my beats rock

You know what time it is, you know what time it's not

It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock

You know what time it is, you know what time it's not

It's not time to play around, it's time to make it rock

Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy

Making love, baby girl that's just my salary

Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave

All this gray in life, hoping for some better days

I tell you what, I don't really give a fuck

It's pennies to the dollars bruh, come through the back like an enema

She threw it back like lateral I'm Tom Brady in the Superbowl

Controversial but comfortable I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone

I'm in the zone, I'm in the zone, my endless flows attract the hoes

I ain't got no bros who won't come to my shows

I don't wanna talk, just leave me alone

That's black on red in my two-tone phone

Get left on read when you hit my phone

I'm not really sure if you heard my tone

I'm going to the top and I'm doing it alone

I'm a matchstick, strike me, I'm gon' spark it

She wanna finish but she didn't wanna start it

I think she Finnish, maybe Swedish, yeah she Nordic

She works Ikea cause she doesn't have a target

She should be a model, bought her bottles for tomorrow

Getting rocky like I'm Flacko, I just put this shit in auto

I'm a prodigy, baby, everybody notice me

Anyone deny it, tell 'em get the fuck up off of me

Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy

Making love, baby girl that's just my salary

Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave

All this gray in life, hoping for some better days

Talking down on me, like I ain't some prodigy

Making love, baby girl that's just my salary

Feel it coming like an earthquake or a tidal wave

All this gray in life, hoping for some better days