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rome streetz - prophet & a pusher lyrics

[intro]
yo! ayo
ayo, check it

[verse 1]
ayo, i wrote this in a taxi going over the bridge
looking at the city, thinking to myself, “i’m the king of this”
i watch guys try to rise ??? force of sly images, but they came to die but still my vibe limitless
they impotent i’m potent, divide dope, stash the quotient
the flow the hoes quoting
the one who really got this sh+t in motion, game sick, it need motrin
pull up with the dope potion rub it on your skin like lotion
you spent your life loafing, screen stuck on loading while i unload it
and still hold the no.1 to bust your nose bridge
only g.o.a.t sh+t, holy ghost with the devil h+rns through the halo poking
keep the ghetto ??? soaking, the sultan, the low jack ???
you rabbidy rap swag+less n+ggas bring no hoes in
my heart froze like ice cold wind, me and “so and so” was cool before but now i’on’ know them
f+ck it, no convo unless you got a budget,if not then i’m reluctant
you have better luck kickin’ the bucket, you on dust thinking you could f+ck with this production
i aim the musket and crush your “???”

[chorus]
on a level you n+ggas can’t f+ck with
if you ain’t talking bucks then i dub it
started off as a face in the crowd then i had to become it
leveled up and i ain’t backing down from nothin’(x2)
ayo
prophet and a pusher i was locked in a cell doing push ups now they paid profit to the pusher
they locked the prophet and that made the pusher go hard as a motherf+cker
now the pusher profit off the sh+t i cook up
to see the god you ain’t gotta look up
i went this far going hard this ain’t good luck
every dollar ain’t a good buck
what make a n+gga find ten racks in a taxi and get the goods up, i don’t know
them type of actions is a double o
either social engineering or we bubble blow, for the love of dough
came a long way, there’s still much to go
underground n+ggas burn they self out before they even touch the floor
there’s still a ceiling after that, tryna make it to the point i got so much stacks i don’t have to rap
give your life to the device, n+ggas trapped in apps
n+ggas died over a vice chasing stripes and bags
sh+t is a lit, take a drag
salute me as the pharaoh aiming the bow and arrow like a sag
saw the signs in the water i ain’t learn it from my dad
out for everything i never had
ayo!

[chorus]
on a level you n+ggas can’t f+ck with
if you ain’t talking bucks then i dub it
started off as a face in the crowd then i had to become it
leveled up and i ain’t backing down from nothin’(x2)
[excerpt from the movie taxi driver]
betsy: …sure,you know what you remind me of?
travis: what?
betsy: that song…
betsy: …”he’s a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. a walking contradiction.’
travis: you sayin’ that about me?
betsy: who else would i be talkin’ about?

- rome streetz lyrics

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