Phrophecy

Fuck just- just
Okay spilling close to home
Get my father off the phone
Lord knows I'm the oldest, coldest
Wipe your nose and disappear
Like hocus pocus
Golden choker grip the tension
Let me focus
I know I deserve a plaque
Maybe a section on the posters
Smoking back to back to back to back
I know they know I'm the dopest
I know they is not beneath
But dig my tracks just like some Gophers
Pray I harvest all my fruits before we get to times of locusts
Niggas bugging underneath
I left my heart right at the surface
Palms is sweaty all the time
Drop the ball they think I'm nervous
Turn my water into wine
Tell me I fulfilled my purpose
Know you said it wouldn't be sweet
I ain't mean to feel deserted
Hit some homies "Where you at?"
That no response so undeserving
Hit my shorty on the side
That thang be tighter than a virgin
Got to work no questions asked
Fuel and fire for the verses
Put the work up in my bag
Dropped it off got back to working
Just picked up another class
I check my phone it's back to serving
Nights I feel like I'm on top
Morning feel like I'm the worst and
Think my sun is coming down
Sunday morning slide to church and
Hit the block, it's family only
Who you know what your worth is
Did you hit us advance
Seems to me, you niggas purping

I play father for the hopeless, who I'm sonning now
Loading clips up in a verse like, oo he gunning now
This for days was smacking funions, nothing's funny now
I roll my troubles in a wood like, who we hunting now
Say I run like million legs but ain't no bugging out
I toss troubles up to God, He threw my troubles out
The jig is up I saw it coming, I break puzzles down
Swear I'm screaming out for help but I hear muffled sounds

(He bugging out)
Ain't no more dapping around I'm knocking it down they say put your heart in a gift
Shit feel like bleeding I healed all the wounds in back now I'm putting in back in my wrist
Hit a return on investments I bond with the game fuck a pitch put it back in a hit
Said I thought they would support me a label endorsing that begging was making me sick
Really sometimes I feel like it's fuck all of these niggas and rappers I wish I could quit
Stuck in my feelings I know there's a chance that the dreams that be haunting ain't making me rich
Look to be honest man all that I wanted was not to lose light of that hope as a kid

20 years later
I'm taking them shots with no vest
Telling death that it is what it is
So now I'm killing these niggas and
Stealing the trophy my brother
You know how it get
Homies been hungry
You know how I'm coming
I need the whole meal i ain't talking a chip
Tell shorty drop her location
The homie gone scoop you to ride me
We call that a Lyft
Pull out out some hunnids
I'm balancing boxes and wrapping
Now that's when I call that a gift
Honestly dopest nigga in my element
Smelling them flyest nigga
Fuck a pelican
Pedaling real to you
Wish they gave a fuck
Know I'm trying my best to forgive
Look I'm on fire it's too late to flip back the chorus
I might as well burn me a bridge
Just wish that cuzzy would call me
I feel like it's time but
I wanna say half of it's his

Loading clips up in a verse like, oo he gunning now
This for days was smacking funions, nothing's funny now
I roll my troubles in a wood like, who we hunting now
Say I run like million legs but ain't no bugging out
I toss troubles up to God, He threw my troubles out
The jig is up I saw it coming, I break puzzles down
Swear I'm screaming out for help but they hear muffled sounds
It's bugging out