Lyrics:
the prophet
[nas] tell em it's on right?
[ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme
[rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet
[ghf] it's only like five
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
Yo Capri yo this is Diamond um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday
At twelve noon plug me in at D&D you'll be outta there by
Started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
Gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'
Back in the days, I'm eight now
Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta
I'm way too hot to quit
I'm way too hot to stop
I just can't miss, let me pop my shit
Got a crush on yo hoe and I bet I could hit
I split this bitch
Rae and A
Happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots
Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot
I'd rather flip
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
Rae and A
Happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots
Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot
I'd rather flip
gosh, get the camera"
Yo we frozen, lay on the bount now, we a day on
Ill niggas yellin' "throw rick and rae on"
Hydro, how did I blow, how did I
toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Mr. Rae-Rae, I expand yo knowledge, girl you know my body
I'm laying here, I'm thinking bout the way yo' ass be wilin'
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now, I mean right now
The only excuse
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
you see the best in me
I got confessions
I got confession
I got confession
I got confessions
I got confessions
Nigga can't get no sleep
Mamma rae
you see the best in me
I got confessions
I got confession
I got confession
I got confessions
I got confessions
Nigga can't get no sleep
Mamma rae
deserts in my city
They say a change gon' come
But only by committee
The witty unpredictable, every time this play
Give Rae his residuals, nine individuals
the life, all up in the clouds
I'm stunnin' the club when I'm up in ya town
I need me a melanin bae, ooh I'll fight off the lames
I need me an Addison Rae, I
platinum by myself
And bang Alicia Keys
I'm here to make sure all
Those kids know the truth
And fake rappers hide in they
Trunks like Rae Carruth
And I made
Shawty don't play
I need a bad bitch I need some bad shit
Addison Rae
Missin you every night
Getting these bitches but only want you by my side
Goddamn
'm sayin?
Hahahaha
I remember all them things, but I'm watchin' you growin'
But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you
The child you was is
'm sayin?
Hahahaha
I remember all them things, but I'm watchin' you growin'
But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you
The child you was is
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
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