Prophet 1 Lyrics

Gave brodie the sauce told him go

Stay safe, better scam on the low

Feds watchin' boy better not show a clone

Got nun to prove so I ain't goin to show

Mix the wocky' with sum pre', I be charged up

Rappin' with a symbol in my hand, 'bout to start-up

Flexin' all that shit on the 'Gram now you locked up

Tryin' to hit a shot, lil' bitch I'm finna guard you

I be loyal to my homies, never to a bitch

Put a three in the blunt I don't really drink

How could I ever let go? That pussy pink

BPM off, boy you got to put yo' songs in sync

Big protein every meal, I don't do shrimp

Pimpin' every ho' gettin' bags I don't do simpin'

Every fit you wear dry as fuck, you don't do drip

Crackin' all I do, you will never me see do flips

Bitch wanna fuck, first you got to suck

Dick got her levitatin', she just got struck

I don't want her if her momma ain't a freak

Rich and thick, that's the typa' shit I seek

'Nother song, 'nother hit, I can't spell miss

Life gettin' perfect, swear to God I'm in a bliss

I be doin' wocky', twin he just be doin' Tris

Ridin' with my pops, he be stressed hittin' 'em cigs

Life all about puttin' yo' momma in 'em hills

She don't got to stress, I be payin' all her bills

You can't make it out boy 'cause you ain't got no skills

Only got a line left, bitch better not spill

Fuck a bitch, I'll cheat on her just for fun

Condom on, cuh, I ain't tryin' to have no son

Used to raw dog, used to be on that run

I don't need no confirmation, bitch I know that I won

Gave brodie the sauce told him go

Stay safe, better scam on the low

Feds watchin' boy better not show a clone

Got nun to prove so I ain't goin to show

Mix the wocky' with sum pre', I be charged up

Rappin' with a symbol in my hand, 'bout to start-up

Flexin' all that shit on the 'Gram now you locked up

Tryin' to hit a shot, lil' bitch I'm finna guard you

I be loyal to my homies never to a bitch

Put a three in the blunt, I don't really drink

On bro I don't really drink

Bar after bar, I ain't even gotta think