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prophet the artist - irregular lyrics

[intro]
f+ck these n+ggas, man (yeah)
these n+ggas don’t know what the f+ck going on, bruh
you know what i’m saying
aye, phone haimy haimy he like you know what the f+ck going on, bruh
you know what i’m saying
aye, foenem hit me he was like yo
i need some sh+t for the trenches
aye, look

[verse 1]
and i’m back on my bully can’t go back to being a regular n+gga it’s no way
i’ve been sh+t on n+ggas and running my bag you sleeping on me but it’s okay
she ain’t wanna come suck me until i ran a check up now she got a friend that go both ways
and they both tryna pull up tonight she just texted me and asked can i nut on her whole face
but i can’t cause i got me wife and i promised to her i was done wit my hoe ways
i done got me some new paper came wit a few haters i can’t go back to my old ways
i just bust down the patic sh+t look like a glacier my cuban link like the ice age
i done gave her some d+ck now she can’t stay away she be lurking and stalking on my page
gahhh d+mnnn!
bring the bottles and b+tches to my place
we gone empty clip onna b+tch if he dissing we better not catch em tonight ay
i catch you at the light you ain’t clutching it tight then it’s gone be the end of yo life ay
we gone hop out the car and get up close and personal my hitta’s do it the right way
i don’t care if you hating don’t need you like me
i don’t let the internet hype me
rocking red bottom sh+t cost me 10 pairs of nikes
threw them sh+ts on wit my white t
she said she wanna facetime me she wanna skype me
back then she ain’t even like me
i’m balling i’m crossing em up like i’m kyrie
kids wanna grow and be like me
yea they do!
and the feds wanna come and indict me
cause we f+cking the hood up we selling that sh+t that they like yea i’m talking that white thing
you just focus on you while i focus on me i be in my own lane doing my thing
if i give you my heart guard that sh+t wit yo life cause already been thru enough pain
f+ck it tell i’m next ain’t n0body else left i’m the only one doing the right thing
can’t n0body compete how we f+ck up the streets ain’t n0body clique f+cking wit my gang
and they know that it’s prophet it’s no need for me to be begging for them to know my name
i done seen n+ggas die i seen n+ggas get k!lled everyday that sh+t replay in my brain
[verse 2]
sh+t left me wit trauma sh+t left a whole in my heart i put that on my momma
when you make it they hate it so when i come back to the hood ima move like obama
talking bulletproof track hawks anyone looking suspicious gone die like osama
i don’t found me a way to the bag while these f+ck n+ggas wanted to sit around and ponder
cause i need me a wraith wit the stars i couldn’t see me in no mother f+cking honda
give me time wit this rap sh+t one day i’m gone be on top of the whole f+cking genre
b+tch i’m on fire, feel like a monster, hot like a mother f+cking sauna
it ain’t up for discussion we taking his life if he diss he ain’t seeing no doctor
wait d+mn that’s enough with the shooting and drama
i just wanna get money and rock a few shows they tryna book me in nevada
and im rocking the new gucci gear wit the prada’s
i like to mix my designers
and i’m sonning you n+ggas like prophet the father
i got the sauce like it’s pasta
yea wait and i pull up wit haitians and rasta’s
and them n+ggas you scared of i call em my partners
they gone pull up if it’s problems
natm the stamp i’m raw like no condom
they like someone need to sign him
i’m at the top they told me to get em like meek i said n+gga i got em

- prophet the artist lyrics

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