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nate the prophet - watch me expand ! lyrics

[intro]
i’m hype in this b-tch!
yuh, okay, cool, okay, okay

[verse 1]
nate flippin’ green i mean, i’m smoking on that steam
i mean, d-ck bigger than yao ming
you mean to tell me you ain’t got dreams
tryna pull up in a beam wearing those diamonds that have a gleam sadness is my f-cking theme
people round me tryna scheme
stealin’ supreme, my self esteem melted like ice cream
i don’t do beans, i’m not a fiend, b-tch what you mean
i’m super clean, i’m mr.clean
i’m just a teen, that smokes too much weed
bong rip after rip, chick after chick, no clip to equip
but if you interfere with my clique, i’ll slip my fist right at ya lip
best believe i’ll leave a bl–dy bruise
me and my buddy’s getting drunk off some booze
we lost the lighter this sh-t some blues clues
hungover not feelin’ work need an excuse
o.f on my shirt just spittin’ my views
yo girl tryna flirt we all know who she gonna choose
hit that sh-t raw, b-tch i’m a dog, her bra fallin’ off
live in a zombie land my b-tch wichita
emma stone hits up my phone s-x on my mind, it’s the hormones
i am not kind on the microphone
i am not signed because i’m unknown, but this beat is well known
like post malone, i fall apart, i am alone, but i got some heart
watch, i’ll be on the throne
nate, who?

[verse 2]
shout out yachty but this ain’t a little boat, that’s a drake quote
if the boat stay afloat then he’ll be a f-cking goat
yeah i might have stole the beat but i’m just tryna get off the streets in this b-tch to compete, i have no heartbeat, that’s why i’m discrete never ever off beat, speak my mind once i never repeat
aiming the needle like pistol pete
done with ya b-tch she late for your meet
cause she was all on my meat, she did it real sweet in my backseat and i was like d-mn, drinkin’ at the clam, then go pick up a gram
your crew better scram before the yah clan slams
down on ya mans he built like a teddy graham
i just hit a couple l!cks in the 606
just drowned ya mans in stones not sticks
let it be known that nate’s got tricks
i’m eating old twix, yah mom wanna kiss, so you write me a diss
that’s politics, donald trump drink my p-ss, why’d he get picked
his wife could get d-cked, all she need is the tip
’cause of donald’s short d-ck, he built like donald duck
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m f-cking sh-t up, f-ck an i.c.u.p i see you pee
my rhymes are filthy, might as well be, for a grammy

[verse 3]
(it ain’t over motherf-ckers)
i’m going fast as f-ck, i don’t touch the clutch
don’t give a f-ck if you judge i got a nut to bust, i’ve gave into l-st
my face in the mirror i look in disgust, i hate myself i’m so unjust getting to the money homie thats a must
sittin’ at home being lonely sucks
god please give me a f-cking benz truck
drinkin’ on the dirty got the f-ckin’ hiccups
i’m so corrupt, bout to erupt, nate has stepped up
preformin’ at rupp, yo thats my dream, your girl kinda creamed
had it all in her spleen, she was my queen
just for two minutes then kicked her out the whip onto the street
told jon to speed, we went ’boutta hundred and three
until a piggy pulled us to the side, oh sh-t i’m fried
swallowed my pride, swallowed my dank as a way to hide
but i’m just like hyde from the 70’s, donna got double d’s
but i’m just tryna hit jackie jeez, me and chan smoke a bleez
wait, huh, chan yo thats my man
pull up to my crib in his granny’s van
hop in that sh-t with the groupies, said i’m with the band
fl!ckin’ rubber bands, i’m a man with a plan
tryna spread over the land, like in j-pan, or in scotland
got this sh-t planned, i’m in command, watch me expand
watch me expand, watch me expand, uh, ho

[outro]

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