PRINCE Lyrics

(Marcel)

Closet bipolar it keep throwing fits

Hit my dance Carlton, went to the Ritz

Ian come from no rags, trynna get rich

And I want me a sack so I'm sending the blitz

This ain't no On or Off please do not switch

And I need to see how you gon talk to the prince

Want my jacket designer you tell from the prints

And the King of kings told me that I am a prince

That crown on His head so you know that He thuggin'

I'm thumbing through racks as they come in

Give 10 every sunday to sunday

Made brodie a model that chop made him run-way

I Don't got the answers I'm feeling like Sway

I'm Misunderstood got me feeling like Ye

If you not my girl please stop calling me bae

They been waiting for this and they calling my name

Wet they block feel like Klay game before 8

Wrist Golden in this State

Warrior timing, I'm 18 feeling great

I'll turn 4 into a 8

Double then triple like I was the great

That's 2-4

Montclair jacket cuz I'm too cold

Let it go

Baby like my ice, said I'm too cold

Too froze

Imma star that's hard to see, Van goh

Put the scope to see clear

VVS boomin' like metro

ATL said this gas no petro

Y'all be switching on the gang Eric Bledsoe

All eyes on me like a sparrow

And I know they're watching

Ian even sneeze still blessed

Lowkey hope they plotting

Love the Spur of the moment San Antonio

They keep it Popping

DBE from the DMV Cel true to me

Fire words I ain't stopping, just dropping while I'm out here on a roll

Try to bend me but I won't never fold

Let's go

Aye, aye

Wrap it up

Send it off

Shorty say she wanna cap

So I sent her off

I ain't sippin on syrup ian got a cough

Diamonds Offset Huncho boss, and I'm taking-off

Christian Dior for the sweater

My Cuban hits better

I'm rocking that with a cross

Sipping water that's Voss drip in my closet

My fit like

Oh My God

Closet bipolar it keep throwing fits

Hit my dance Carlton, went to the Ritz

Ian come from no rags, trynna get rich

And I want me a sack so I'm sending the blitz

This ain't no On or Off please do not switch

And I need to see how you gon talk to the prince

Want my jacket designer you tell from the prints

And the King of kings told me that I am a prince

Yeaa

I'm a prince

This ain't that

That ain't this

Whatchu on

Plead the 5th

You not winning

Not with this

Not 'gainst me

Not with clicks

Got my clique

We gon spin

Back to Back

Drake type

Yea you wish

That you was us and we was you

So you could see what winning do

Crossed up, Uncle Drew

I go Back to back like spinal chords

Screaming Hallelujah thank You Lord

Money doubled go to Bora Bora

Feel like Baby yet, pockets full not what I'm here 4

3-4 hit like ray

Book of life go brrr Yahweh (Y'all way)

Imma go and Hawk 'em down wit a Trae

Put some air in his top shout out Lays

Kyrie my ice you could skate

I been that consistently

Drew it up calligraphy

I paint pictures vividly

Say I'm bad

I disagree

Work in progress

We'll all see

I do this for real and when I'm bored

Love it when the dms ask for more

Never losing check the score

Winning cuz I'm always better than before

Closest like a toddler on the floor

Closet bipolar it keep throwing fits

Hit my dance Carlton, went to the Ritz

Ian come from no rags, trynna get rich

And I want me a sack so I'm sending the blitz

This ain't no On or Off please do not switch

And I need to see how you gon talk to the prince

Want my jacket designer you tell from the prints

And the King of kings told me that I am a prince