The Prophet (feat. IndigoVon)

Issa Jefe Beat

Straight out the four nigga
Jefe and Von link up, that's two in a row nigga (It's Von)
TP down the lane, to win the game
That's how I float nigga (On God)
Creepin' low, tool in yo momma garden
That's a hoe nigga
Why you chasin' clout
Bitch, don't come out yo house (Switch)
He flexin' outta town, but in his city he ain't no one (Nah)
He slide on younger shordies, cause he lame but they don't know that (At all)
I slid all on his sister, couldn't help it was so phat
She told me pull her hair and get to squeezin' where her throat at
I find peace out in the sticks, I think that's where I'll move the fam
Get to tweakin' in these parts, you probably won't be seen again
One wrong turn, ain't no lights and then the area get dark
You hear so many pops and sounds, you'd think you fucked with Tony Stark
Yeah they caught him and he gone, I can't lie I won't apart of that
I'm an entertainer, catch a case it ain't no coming back
He movin' like a sloth, he drink the wockie like it's Slim Fast
Crash dummy, he'll risk everything to make some quick cash

All he want is money just to flex and bring the hoes near
Nothing useful here, it's just designer shoes and clothes here
Been slimy since a jit, so just be careful what you post here
I got goals too, you in a cycle goin' nowhere

Okay where is Jefe Beats
I gotta pull up to the seven huh
Lock you in the stu and try to put some shit together, huh
I hop on these beats you take my words and make 'em better, huh
If you can't hear or see this shit you gotta feel like Hellen Keller, huh
Bop yeah, stop yeah
Get into this groove bitch
Inside cozy white, she drippin' blue
I call her cool whip
My point finger and thumb rest in my pocket
Like a pool stick
Lately I been nervous about my clique and who to move with
The love come with hate
Somebody want you pushin' tulips
She topped me then she told, I can't lie she had some loose lips
City full of steppers, like the Thetas, don't get boomed
Can't walk through every door and I can't be in every room
She lovin' me so much, she eat it through the Fruit of Looms
Somebody hit my line they need a feature on a tune
Kid Cudi on these tracks, I'll probably send you to the moon
Her momma freakin' and I'm on my MF like I'm Doom

All he want is power, just to flex and bring the city out
Nothing useful here, he's a druggie sluttin' diddies out
Yeah I went to school, but either way I took the paper route
He said he show no love, okay let's see I'm bout to take her out

Shawty ludicrous, she ain't my peace
She been disturbin' it
Small and thin but when she arch her back
It look the curviest
She like when I slow down and get extensive with my verbiage
Remember way back when I had relationships with various
Women on my line who probably think I should of married them
Old friends, talking down, acting like I carried them
30 before 30 just in case I need to Curry some
I'm ducked off with the fam
Sometimes this rap shit can get worrisome
Jesus led with love
And they still crucified and buried him