Prophet
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I ain't need no gold chains I ain't need no gold rings Mama always told me Don't break a sweat cause your better than these old kings People keep on telling me to stop get the f*ck out Lethal when I am heading to the top you just struck out High up on that pedi when you flop where you been at Born for the top that's the truth cause I am winning got you All at the bottom lookin up towards the ceiling Mouth full of cotton when you lying to these critics say your Prayers get them started I ain't stopping never finished Learning from this prophet Notes on this prophet what you Say beg your pardon shut your mouth when I'm speaking Jadens callin Gotham shine that light when I'm needed I ain't Stalin on the auction 100 dollars for my breathin ain't enough For this prophet Bluffin on this prophet I don't give a damn bout you motha fuckas I don't give a damn bout you motha fuckas Always been the plan yeah I see you the stands And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas yeah Always been the plan yeah I'm bluffing on ya Weeds to the plants yeah I'm puffing on ya Litter me with gold cause your nothing on me Killer with a soul while I am cutting on ya Struttin on you fuckin on you prophet writing novels on you killer With a target on you whisper when I'm talkin Bout it yeah I can see them holes in your pockets what you writin Better take some notes on this prophet I am a Goat with a target on the road to the summit I am immune to this climate pulling strings on you puppets Litter me with gold that's the truth and you know it Killer with a goal that's the truth and you know it Na you don't get it I see that you sweatin You gotta admit it I spit like a Legend You sit like a pheasant I'm high on a crescent I'm high on that gold You back up in seventh So give me a second Ill answer that question You bitches be fake Pay me the pension I'm bringing the tension I'm bringing the weapons I'm bringing the lessons I'm bringing the HUUUUUU Kill em I'll kill em I'll kill em again Bitches be playing I'm killin again Know what I'm saying I came for the fame and I'm taking your name and I'm killin again F*ck it this prophet is killin again F*ck it this prophet is killin again Shots in you fuckas Blowin holes in you fuckas like yeah I don't give a damn about you motha fuckas I don't give a damn about you mother fuckers Yeah Always been the plan man I see you in the stands And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas Yeah I don't give a damn about you motha fuckas I don't give a damn about you mother fuckers Always been the plan man I see you in the stands And you homies look like ants cause you motha fuckas
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