Inflation ft. Max Prophet Lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh I'm in my bag right now, I'm in my woo-woo

This is the proclamation of a man who's gon' be legendary

Understand me folks, this shit is scary I make my life the way it is by wishin' on

A fairy Said I wanted more, so I changed my Itinerary

Look, someone please tell me the cost of Innovation

Raised the price way too much because of Inflation Shit, Illuminatis, Freemasons

Secret society, watchin' over society thinkin' for myself, so I know they got they

Eye on me Is it stereotypical that I'm rappin' on songs

Melanated, motivated, business black, owned been through all the bullshit, it's why I got

A backbone

I'm in my bag right now, I'm in my woo-woo baby sis is now a high school grad, but I'm

Still trippin' off the fact I got beef with her dad

And that shit bothers my spirit, I let my therapist hear it

Convertin' feelings to lyrics, I got the skills for this

World is feelin' like Hawkins, I see the stranger shit

Like how they hate who we are, but they still love our shit

And it ain't makin' sense

Hungry dogs run fast, everybody knows this tellin' the critics, pipe down, cause I'm

Tryin' focus Marijuana smokin', top five smokin', Cloud 9 livin , I stay floatin'

I stay stressin', damn near lost it my mind racin', but I play lethargic

Excuse my nonchalantness I arose from the ashes, now I'm hooked on

Phonics I turnt all that pent up smoke into a written

Sonnet this pen's the tone setter, oh you drop gems

Here's my Rosetta Stone tester I crack the code on every verse you done wrote

On told you to get your quotes on, but that's

Just bein' prolonged It took a while to raise this price, ain't

It? Oh, you just nice enough to have them haters

Look twice but you ain't famous, your face card's still

Faceless bitches askin' you what your name is, Just

Focus on your paintin' I'm Pablo Picasso at his Workstation, yeah, it's

Nice the rhyme work hella refined, top of the line

Type words from Don of Perrion, like, it's nice

Too nice