Prospect Park

Hey
The summer nights
Are getting cooler
Listen up I ain't gon
Fool ya

King of my own shit
Baby no bullshit
Forget ya man
He a loser

Speaking that
Truth shit
Load up a full
Clip
Boi's an honorary
Shooter

Feelin super
Kinda duper
Really wishin
I could scoop ya

Dialogue he a trooper
Getting his own
Bread never a looter
Wish it could've happened
Sooner
Blessed regardless
Boi is a ruler

Writing shit that
Cracks ya dula
Making beats that
Really suit ya
Busy thinking bout
The future
Flow is crisp, feel
Like Luda

Throwin them bows
Only to haters right
After our shows
Same series different
Episode
If you don't like it
Homie hit the road
It's not my fault
That you don't get
The code

You seem stranded
Got no telephone
Can't even go and call
Ya tele home
Better find yaself
A tele homes

Off topic but I'm back
Tho
Mama listen
Pre you what I'm
Missing
Main ingredient inside
My kitchen
When I don't see you
I'm reminiscing

Don't wanna escape
Shit I like this feelin
Not a hero feel
More like a villain
To be honest I don't
Care bout killin
I would rather stare up
At the ceilin
With you by my side
Ain't no better feelin

Oh you gotta man
Do he need a fill in?
Catch of the day
Yo I'm bout to
Reel in
Slangin that dope
Yo I'm heavy dealin

Heavy dealin
Come and cop
Up if you want
I got that real
Shit never a stunt
We gettin busy
Said we gettin
Shiggy
The feelin is sanction
No it's never iffy

No biggie
You dig me?
Never one sided
We 50-50
Feel like Bobby
Could you be my Whitney?
Girl you know the whole
BomberGang right here
With me
This my fam, if you don't join
That's a pitty

Chillin, ain't got no
Chip on my shoulder
The green has gotta
Strong odor, we rollin
Baby girl hurry up
Cause the only thing I'm
Gettin is older
Hey
The summer nights
Are getting cooler
Listen up I ain't gon
Fool ya

King of my own shit
Baby no bullshit
Forget ya man
He a loser

Speaking that
Truth shit
Load up a full screen
Clip
Boi's an honorary
Shooter

Feelin super
Kinda duper
Really wishin
I could scoop ya

Dialogue he a trooper
Getting his own
Bread never a looter
Wish it could've happened
Sooner
Blessed regardless
Boi is a ruler

Writing shit that
Cracks ya dula
Making beats that
Really suit ya
Busy thinking bout
The future
Flow is crisp, feel
Like Luda

Throwin them bows
Only to haters right
After our shows
Same series different
Episode
If you don't like it
Homie hit the road
It's not my fault
That you don't get
The code

You seem stranded
Got no telephone
Can't even go and call
Ya tele home
Better find yaself
A tele homes

Off topic but I'm back
Tho
Mama listen
Pre you what I'm
Missing
Main ingredient inside
My kitchen
When I don't see you
I'm reminiscing

Don't wanna escape
Shit I like this feelin
Not a hero feel
More like a villain
To be honest I don't
Care bout killin
I would rather stare up
At the ceilin
With you by my side
Ain't no better feelin

Oh you gotta man
Do he need a fill in?
Catch of the day
Yo I'm bout to
Reel in
Slangin that dope
Yo I'm heavy dealin

Heavy dealin
Come and cop
Up if you want
I got that real
Shit never a stunt
We gettin busy
Said we gettin
Shiggy
The feelin is sanction
No it's never iffy

No biggie
You dig me?
Never one sided
We 50-50
Feel like Bobby
Could you be my Whitney?
Girl you know the whole
BomberGang right here
With me
This my fam, if you don't join
That's a pitty

Chillin, ain't got no
Chip on my shoulder
The green has gotta
Strong odor, we rollin
Baby girl hurry up
Cause the only thing I'm
Gettin is older



Credits
Writer(s): Stanley Ais
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