new prophet Lyrics

They tried to say I couldn't rap, so I gave them the present

Cause I got claims on the future, reservations in heaven

For when I stop my addiction and lock in to finish the mission

I'm blocking every entity who ever said I didn't

Transform the scene without any form of credit

They go ahead and assume just cause a meme page said it

Using my image for clickbait

Know you wake up fucked brushing your teeth to get rid of the dick taste

Shit stains all in your comments thinking this shit is humorous

The audacity to past-tense the futurist

The cone hat symbolize my upbringing

All my life I was perceived as the fool

So why the fuck would I apologize? I ain't tryna look cool bitch

Every influence I have is a black man

So how dare you make rumors about me being in the Ku Klux Klan

Do a simple Google search on the dunce hat

I could be a surface level nerd, but nah, fuck that

You bitches so corny, you put Iowa on the map

Congrats, we the Illuminati, bitch, you in a frat

I won't hurt a fly, I'm Keanu Reeves

But I turn to John Wick when I see a rat

I can't give a rat's ass about a rap page admin

I ain't coppin' ads from y'all no more, you brainwashed capitalists

If I'm a bitch, well, at least my name not Camden

Get this bitch lit like a Travis Scott adlib, right!

It ain't about business, it's about the art

And when it comes to this bitch, where do I even start?

You lingerie-wearing, self-proclaimed Renaissance Second coming

Didn't wanna hop on real art?

Oh, I get it, cause I'm a brand risk

Since I put on that dunce hat

You been waiting to put the nail in the casket

I'm asking since you got so much to say about my mixing

Have you ever produced a full song in one sitting?

If you knew anything about music theory

You'd know that paying me to put a preset on your voice is not engineering

You ain't wanna be on my album, that's too bad

The Window would become the only hit you'd ever have

And you'd be open to the vision if you gave a fuck

Maybe the nationwide shows are your cover-ups

You in the club getting twerked on, tuna fish

All that haram gon' have you begging to Allah

Make a wish, new prophet in this bitch, make a wish

Silver fountain in the park, make a wish

Every promise in my heart, make a wish

I need the whole city signing my petition

To rename every street after me

And every building gotta have a picture of me

I'm the underground Kim Jong-il

Stick around till December, y'all gon' see what I mean

Fuck a paid promo, I'm finna let the art speak for itself

I don't need you for help

All you copy-paste comedians gon' reach for the cell phone

I'm on the next flight headed to the West Coast

I feel like modern day Socrates

Soon as I show off a new idea

All of a sudden nobody rock with me anymore

This dunce hat got me feeling like a fugitive

But I remember, yeah I remember

I remember the moment I started this music shit

The plan was to bring a shift to the table

Since the first song "Different", I've been called myself the futurist

The silver lining is the fact I might not be in my own viewership

It's crazy how when I first started this as a hobby

My family supported me, my uncles said that they're proud of me, huh?

They never thought I'd turn 19, still chasing a blind dream

If you so good at this shit, go to university

Or at least a trade school

At the very least, get my driver's license

Or get my GED

What happened to the love and support of my new ambition?

You think any leap of faith is a stupid ass decision?

There ain't nothing I hate more than motherfuckers who act like they loved me before

Fuck a bloodline, I say what I want about you close minded pieces of shit

And everybody I've dissed, send the cease-and-desist

Baby it's up