PROPHET
God damn Sabir is wilding
Again I'm out of pocket
My mania steady calling
Again I'm out of options
I been chasing the profit
I labeled myself a prophet
I know that's gonna start the gossip
No matter how much I watch it
So if one more lame tries asking what I been on
I'll make him start counting all the sins that I sit on
I turned the other cheek so many times I been shit on
That I might have to smack a bitch to show em how to get on
Yeah, yeah
Sponsorship offers not fake
I took two hundred right into the bank
Whipping around like I'm riding the tank
I run it up run it up counting it daily
If they don't pay me, I'ma get lazy
Asking for freebies, they talking crazy
I might just smack the whole bitch if she keep talking shit
All these diamonds this shit not fugazi
I drop a post and lil bro who went ghost decided to show me some love
Dropping the dope, they looking for more, I said I'm a genius don't rush me
I'm cashing a check I just bought a new necklace to match what I'm wearing aboveski
Stacking the bread off a beat I forgot that I made, I still call that a dubski
Made so much money that I found it funny
The dudes who want smoke are the dudes that are broke
I see them watching my pockets they stalking for profit, but really their wallet's a joke
Get you a bag, then you won't be so mad when you're seeing the band selling out for the Floor
I'm living ahead because y'all moving slow, just did the show and I'm about to do more
I just got paid off a beat that I made that went viral for days and I see that they hating
How much more hate can I take from a fake
Made my circle so tight cause I hate conversating
You ain't on my wave then get out of my face, I can't slow for a day keep it moving and Pacing
I'm active I'm chasing I'm working I'm tasting success slowly coming and it feels amazing
God damn Sabir is wilding
Again I'm out of pocket
My mania steady calling
Again I'm out of options
I been chasing the profit
I labeled myself a prophet
I know that's gonna start the gossip
No matter how much I watch it
So if one more lame tries asking what I been on
I'll make him start counting all the sins that I sit on
I turned the other cheek so many times I been shit on
That I might have to smack a bitch to show em how to get on
Yeah, yeah
Again I'm out of pocket
My mania steady calling
Again I'm out of options
I been chasing the profit
I labeled myself a prophet
I know that's gonna start the gossip
No matter how much I watch it
So if one more lame tries asking what I been on
I'll make him start counting all the sins that I sit on
I turned the other cheek so many times I been shit on
That I might have to smack a bitch to show em how to get on
Yeah, yeah
Sponsorship offers not fake
I took two hundred right into the bank
Whipping around like I'm riding the tank
I run it up run it up counting it daily
If they don't pay me, I'ma get lazy
Asking for freebies, they talking crazy
I might just smack the whole bitch if she keep talking shit
All these diamonds this shit not fugazi
I drop a post and lil bro who went ghost decided to show me some love
Dropping the dope, they looking for more, I said I'm a genius don't rush me
I'm cashing a check I just bought a new necklace to match what I'm wearing aboveski
Stacking the bread off a beat I forgot that I made, I still call that a dubski
Made so much money that I found it funny
The dudes who want smoke are the dudes that are broke
I see them watching my pockets they stalking for profit, but really their wallet's a joke
Get you a bag, then you won't be so mad when you're seeing the band selling out for the Floor
I'm living ahead because y'all moving slow, just did the show and I'm about to do more
I just got paid off a beat that I made that went viral for days and I see that they hating
How much more hate can I take from a fake
Made my circle so tight cause I hate conversating
You ain't on my wave then get out of my face, I can't slow for a day keep it moving and Pacing
I'm active I'm chasing I'm working I'm tasting success slowly coming and it feels amazing
God damn Sabir is wilding
Again I'm out of pocket
My mania steady calling
Again I'm out of options
I been chasing the profit
I labeled myself a prophet
I know that's gonna start the gossip
No matter how much I watch it
So if one more lame tries asking what I been on
I'll make him start counting all the sins that I sit on
I turned the other cheek so many times I been shit on
That I might have to smack a bitch to show em how to get on
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Viren Fernandes
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