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prophet - kæ god lyrics

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[verse 1: prophet]
saggin’ my pants all black with all my swag on
keeping the faith in church with all my tag on
bringing it back for the cash with all my tax on
acts on my group my raps like taxons

i flow money, rich god like 6 god
i drill honeys, spit hard like d-ck hard
i feel funny, i think the molly kickin in
i bill gunny’s, thats a nonsense verse

who wanna mess with me tho
bars so hard got that machine flow
blow all the money on the dros and hoes
and your raps stay average you got that mean flow

and i ain’t take names when im coming around
excalibur with my d-ck stuck in the ground
you not my calibur when you n-ggas f-cking around
and i’m a cannibal so i keep turning it down

i’m flammable better keep water around
your raps so sad they keep making a frown
and dont act like a b-tch or im putting you down
yo me n king jith, where the f-ck are our crowns

coming at me pound for pound
raps so sh-tty man they making me brown
p-ssy too much man im finna be drown
we wear our gold chains when we just lounging around

i’m hannibal my rap flow so carthage
your rap aesthetic just stank like garbage
when i tear it up place look like carnage
my raps just a hobby but im still an artist

and i stay so fearless
so high up i’m basically peerless
i’m bustin’ down doors with real seal team 6
starting love letters with two words, “dear b-tch”
and i’ll admit it i’ll admit it
bank balance growing every minute every minute
if prophet want the game, then prophet’s gonna get it
and if prophet wanna get it, then i’ll bet it that he’ll hit it and quit it

i’ve been rapping since i was 12 years old
with a dream of being famous liquid fire in my soul
my head too big ‘cause i’m getting lots of dome
and at the end of all my lyrics imma make yo b-tch my own

we are the cocaine warriors
slinging dope bricks like i’m satan’s courier
kae we are the angel’s choir
and me and my crew tartuffe like moliere

b-tches suck my d-ck like in the prophecy
just kidding made that sh-t up i’m the prophet of debauchery
driving really buzzed with the cops just coming on to me
i’m just playing with y’all; we drink responsibly

my rap flow is like an alien
rapper m-ssacre we finna start a rebellion
while gb shaw finna write pygmalion
imma be on quiz shows flashing my medallion

and you ain’t coming up to me
like half of my cl-ssmates looking up to me
respectably i rip mc’s
cause i’m someone that your stepfather wants be ya see

straight k!lling it feeling it
find cavities and im really just filling it
and i go zero to million
flow hairless better get a brazilian

and when i slay the world
i’ll come back twice so i can save my girl
wings on my back with a halo over my head
and a trap beat like angel’s word

it’s waynes world, lame word, im the savior, major lazer flame girl, stains got her ashamed girl
make paper, make her p-ssy water vapor
and we done f-cking imma light cigarette and imma make her take a vapor

don draper i’m a mad man without paper rap citizen got papers
and it’s cold better keep my layers
but im not a player i’m a one girl p-ssy slayer
and i don’t come i go so i gotta make this b-tch-ss faker

i’m buddha let go of my earthly tether
making that cheddar look at the weather but i hope my life gets better

so i’m trying to improve
upon my worldview
cause when i wake up i’m smiling
and maybe you should too

i’m a god

- prophet lyrics

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