Facing Undertaker
You can show the most love, and still be hated
I done gave people my all, and still wasn't appreciated
So I keep things short with niggas like abbreviations
'Cuz I can see through bullshit in all the conversations
8th grade, Ridgeway, young nigga getting ahead
Polo shirt with the matching hat, feeling too fresh
Played football for a minute, saw that shit was too dead
Good friends with my ex, but her friend gave me head
Be the Prophet
Ouu I never show my pockets
Get my check and I deposit
Freshest gear come out my closet
Be thankful for the moment
Stop living like you hopeless
Best dressed back in high school off Goodwill clothing
Youngin' mobbin' in the streets, change up in my pockets
Had a piggy bank for funds, and ain't no dollars in my wallet
Same hoes used to diss say I'm drippin' like a faucet
Came back to rappin' 'cuz I knew I never lost it
Can I be blamed?
Just ice out my neck uh
I cannot complain
Yes, I am feeling blessed uh
Always keep a smile
These demons can't see me stressed uh
Struggle won't't last
God told me that I am next uh
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Shit is not the same
That's antonym no synonym
Truth is hard to swallow like cinnamon
I'm sickening
Nigga stay in line like you disciplined
And witness this
I can hear the haters they whisperin
Don't listen in
Training for this shit like conditioning
I'm winning them
To the top my only positioning
Can't end this shit
Shining like a diamond, I'm glistening
Ahead of them
Who the Prophet really competing with?
The question is
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
I done gave people my all, and still wasn't appreciated
So I keep things short with niggas like abbreviations
'Cuz I can see through bullshit in all the conversations
8th grade, Ridgeway, young nigga getting ahead
Polo shirt with the matching hat, feeling too fresh
Played football for a minute, saw that shit was too dead
Good friends with my ex, but her friend gave me head
Be the Prophet
Ouu I never show my pockets
Get my check and I deposit
Freshest gear come out my closet
Be thankful for the moment
Stop living like you hopeless
Best dressed back in high school off Goodwill clothing
Youngin' mobbin' in the streets, change up in my pockets
Had a piggy bank for funds, and ain't no dollars in my wallet
Same hoes used to diss say I'm drippin' like a faucet
Came back to rappin' 'cuz I knew I never lost it
Can I be blamed?
Just ice out my neck uh
I cannot complain
Yes, I am feeling blessed uh
Always keep a smile
These demons can't see me stressed uh
Struggle won't't last
God told me that I am next uh
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Shit is not the same
That's antonym no synonym
Truth is hard to swallow like cinnamon
I'm sickening
Nigga stay in line like you disciplined
And witness this
I can hear the haters they whisperin
Don't listen in
Training for this shit like conditioning
I'm winning them
To the top my only positioning
Can't end this shit
Shining like a diamond, I'm glistening
Ahead of them
Who the Prophet really competing with?
The question is
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Down to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she feeling up my chest
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffery Ugwuanyi, The Prophet Najee
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