Prophets (Intro)

I dress like a pirate, but you niggas ugly
I'm chasing the bag, you fumble the ball
Man, I got the drip and you wasting the resources nigga
Not all the water potable

Hey. I made some money today
I'm making it in every way
Got nothing but prophets to say

Not taking for granted my memories
All the good and bad ones, man I gotta cherish these
Why you so scared of these memories
Why are you hiding your phone, concealing your carrier ay

Hey. I made some money today
I'm making it in every way
Got nothing but prophets to say

Looking at blue skies, and they covered in fireflies
Wait how can we see them in daylight
I wonder the same in my own mind
I'm preferring to live in the moment

Hey. I made some money today
I'm making it in every way
Got nothing but prophets to say

Hey, Who, Hah
Sippin' on that 40 percent
Camping trip, put up a tent
No sugar for 40 for lent
Hit up my nigga Jesus, he told me that you white people drawlin'
You twisted his message but I'm here to fix it
My daddy told me that the music's my calling, hey

Hey. I made some money today
I'm making it in every way
Got nothing but prophecies, musical prophecies, musical



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hite
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