Prequel
Would you sell your own soul for the clout and pesos?
Frequency was too low
Baby so I had to go
Last summer was so cold
Tell me where'd your love go
You can't reach me no more
Block you like Mutombo
Closure's something that I had to give myself
A man don't really love you if he wrecks your health
Looking in the mirror seeing someone else
But I played the fuck out of the cards that I was dealt
I am rising from the ashes
Still don't follow the masses
I remember last year had nothing but a mattress
Eating on them canned goods had me feeling no good
But God could never falter
So I cleaned up my altar
(I cleaned up my altar)
I been in the vortex of my frontal cortex
I been getting more sex, more checks, more blessed
I been solituding in the fortress
So don't come to my muthafuckin' doorstep
I'm handling business
Worry bout your own shit
I can't live how you want
Moving to my own drum
Live for your acceptance
Then die from your rejection
No time for second guessing
I'm counting all my blessings
Like 777
Trust my guides over the people
Haters, critics, I don't see those
I been working on my free throws
Baby this is just the prequel
(Baby this is just the prequel)
Frequency was too low
Baby so I had to go
Last summer was so cold
Tell me where'd your love go
You can't reach me no more
Block you like Mutombo
Closure's something that I had to give myself
A man don't really love you if he wrecks your health
Looking in the mirror seeing someone else
But I played the fuck out of the cards that I was dealt
I am rising from the ashes
Still don't follow the masses
I remember last year had nothing but a mattress
Eating on them canned goods had me feeling no good
But God could never falter
So I cleaned up my altar
(I cleaned up my altar)
I been in the vortex of my frontal cortex
I been getting more sex, more checks, more blessed
I been solituding in the fortress
So don't come to my muthafuckin' doorstep
I'm handling business
Worry bout your own shit
I can't live how you want
Moving to my own drum
Live for your acceptance
Then die from your rejection
No time for second guessing
I'm counting all my blessings
Like 777
Trust my guides over the people
Haters, critics, I don't see those
I been working on my free throws
Baby this is just the prequel
(Baby this is just the prequel)
Credits
Writer(s): Porshe Smith
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