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jordy (uk) - prophets in their own town lyrics

[intro]
ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, alright, ye

[verse 1]
look, please respect my do not disturb mode
don’t text me just to see if i’m home
don’t press me for no favour when i’m in this mode
got me feeling all smothered
i hate it when i can’t be bothered and i get bothered
my patience for sure, i can’t smoke, talk with no others
tunnel vision, baby got no time for lovеrs
i’m a big man with duties, i can’t load it with groupies
you waste timе, you lose me, ye
i like my own company most, speak to myself if i have to
that way at least there’s no one to snap to
young boy just looking for somebody i could rap to
older n+ggers looking for young youths they could capture
luckily i clocked what manner on
i started up in bruce grove dreaming a catalogue
was pairs over fifa, that man will get battered on
when jerry was on dpad but i was on +n+logue
the get rich quick schemes i got bare done
i’d done square after square and then went back to square one
a real one i had to stand up like ludicrous
i saw mommy working two jobs like julius
the devil on my shoulder made it all sound lucrative
so even if i didn’t want to i was doing it
so if i die now and don’t see the pearly gates
i just hope the lord understands all of this
wait, wait, mhm, ye
[verse 2]
i remember when i dreamed about where i am now
i never thought that i’d be getting here, couple man down
survivors guilt, trying to do his ting but the truth is
when i thought that i was leaving a gap i spanned round
i put my hand out, but they wanted a handout
i gave them ideas, but all they done was brang doubt
and n+ggas trying to take me back like i needed that
i bought everything to pages flat from tv to cats
ye, such an, such an, such an, such an
yo, j+o+r+d why do i bother?
you did it for a chain, i did it for my brother

[verse 3]
it’s like venom from a snake, no one’s ever safe
yeah, it’s a double edged sword everything i say
it’s like venom from a snake, no one’s ever safe
but let the truth be told
isn’t this the business where the truth gets sold
may the real behold, and the real beheld
in high regard instead of all these weirdo melts
these n+ggas starting to believe what they tell themselves
high off the sh+t they’re supposed to sell themselves
i mean, yeah, i couldn’t tell you what i’m thinking when i’m home alone
i don’t know where i’d go if it weren’t for joe, 24/7 in the studio
i treat this rap sh+t like my daily bread
i link the bro and them and then we hold the meds
arm leg leg aaah man
these n+ggas thinking how they let me get ahead
it must because he’s jordy’s cousin in it
and n+ggas like you’re jordy’s cousin in it
i was talking to the shawty for a minute
and then she goes oh, you’re cheeky
and i said, no, you’re cheeky
blacked out shades, b+tch, i’m almost eazy
rapping on my own beats like i’m almost yeezy
want the kid, want to watch, believe me
i go so blind, b+tch i’m almost stevie
with the work so hard that i’m almost breezy
one into two, it was almost tt
smells like petrol, it’s almost bp
my heart so squeaky, it’s almost tp
yeah, but try me, feel free, my hands are filthy
my pirates milky, my boxers tom ford, designer silky
[verse 4]
scary hours their man are cooking up, them great days
i spent alone on sunny side road man, they’re finally looking up
i had to bridge the link when them man wouldn’t hook it up
it’s a war outside, but i were never shook enough
i had to hit the streets one time and i shook it up
yeah, and i was never want to call my cousin
nowadays if i do, we hit the booth
and we k!ll these rap n+ggas by a dozen
yeah, presets preheated on the oven door
i’ve been up all night, i am into sleep going hard
and sure, you want to know when i’m coming home
but i got 1ft inside the door
if i couldn’t rap, i wouldn’t rap, i told them that before
never undercooked bar, give it to you raw
so anytime they come, i know what they’re coming for
pause, and i always deliver
henny off the rocks, i was never a quitter
murder was the case what i did to my liver
murder was the case what they gave to my n+gga
nothing was the same when the circle was bigger
yeah, i come alive in the night, confined in the mic
any bpm, i better time it just right
yeah, producers want to know when we’re getting in
as if they can’t hear me how i’m going in
as if they never saw who i’m coming with
yeah, keep it in the house, that’s the way i live
if it isn’t broke, it don’t need a fix
and everything is fine just the way it is
you know?

- jordy uk lyrics

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