Prospect

Me and myself
I mind my own business
And run up my check
You know Ima finish
Applying that pressure
I step on they neck
Think its all love
But it aint love
Ride wit a Tec
She know what it is
She calling me Triz
Feel me through the text

Not with the talking
Like a def man
If it aint money
I aint talking
My bruddas steppin
Like a march band
Try it
Get flipped like a frying pan
Call me the sickest
I been patient
Been getting money
Now they hating
I be the hardest like Im Harden
I be the hardest like Im Harden

Not with the talking
Like a def man
If it aint money
I aint talking
My bruddas steppin
Like a march band
Try it
Get flipped like a frying pan
Call me the sickest
I been patient
Been getting money
Now they hating
I be the hardest like Im Harden
I be the hardest like Im Harden

Cant fuck with my head
Not poppin no percs
And no I aint sippin

Dont play wit my nose
Im not one of those
So no I aint fixing

Feeling like Rod The Girl of My Dreams
But maybe Im trippen
Im all on a roll
I dont need a hoe
But maybe Im trippen

I just touched down in yo city
Im rocking the mic just like Bobby and Whitney
Im getting real hungry I need me a milli
The ones that I love know they coming with me

Coming from Tommy to Loui and Fendi
I know that Im destined pray God be with me
I know these niggas just wanna be me
I know these niggas just wanna be me

Not with the talking
Like a def man
If it aint money
I aint talking
My bruddas steppin
Like a march band
Try it
Get flipped like a frying pan
Call me the sickest
I been patient
Been getting money
Now they hating
I be the hardest like Im Harden
I be the hardest like Im Harden

Not with the talking
Like a def man
If it aint money
I aint talking
My bruddas steppin
Like a march band
Try it
Get flipped like a frying pan
Call me the sickest
I been patient
Been getting money
Now they hating
I be the hardest like Im Harden
I be the hardest like Im Harden



Credits
Writer(s): Tristian Pullins
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