Prodigy Lyrics

Yeah, I need real love

T-Tossin that ass its not even real tho

Pourin some mud i cant even think cause im feeling so low hoe

We goin to mars im off of my shits i think i see pluto

Yeah i need real love (no i dont)

All my bitches want part of me, now im the meal i got plenty to feed

I rock my vvs's so awfully

Shining my way to this prodigy

We not the same, we got different names

They tryna come in let it all go free

CRISIS wont fall for nun

51 rounds straight to my enemies

You livin' a life, you just can't

21 rounds straight to my destiny

Im seeing these colors that can't be seen

I needa tell mom that we gon be rich

I got cough syrup in this fuckin', fuckin' beverage

I'm inside and out of this cage

I'm wipin' the blood off my fangs

She wanna fuck me till I can't

She wanna stay up till the next day

I tell her like this, that I can't

I'm fightin' this crime, I'm smokin' the pain

The urge to just itch about getting rich

I'm havin' these dreams, of nothin n shit

Thinkin' two times about existence

We don't trust you, keep your distance

Unwrappin' me like I'm a present

I keep it real close, I'm keepin' the sticks

Fuck on your thottie, oh she your main bitch?

I'm stackin' biscotti, I'm tryna get rich

Sex n x on me

Talk your shit, nigga, can't be me

One, or two shots, gon' send him like three

Double styrofoam touch the skies like me

I got what you need, I sip what i bleed, ya fuck what you mean