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Prophet the Artist - Freeyak lyrics

Artist: Prophet the Artist

album: Freeyak


Jumped off the porch early had a headstart
Playing in these trenches it was dark
I felt the pain from these trenches lost my heart
I could look you in ya eyes and tell you fraud
Pass you the tooly just to see if you got heart
I cant be shooting im the bag play yo part
This coupe exclusive came wit stars push to start
These niggas testifying take the stand in court
These niggas bitches and they snitchin they heart
We outchea juggin have my zoe come crack the card
We out here jackin to pull you out ya car
Im on that ze shit but i aint no florida boy
Aint put no work in on that field water boy
If you aint tryna talk them Ms dont call the boy
I subbed myself in off the bench start balling hard
I made myself get off my ass and took right off
They shot each other I was shooting for the stars
Im high as ever im gone take this drip to mars
And show the aliens uh nigga been had bars
Prophet my alias but my bitch call me marc
Straight out the jungle see the wounds and all the scars
Stayed on my ten chin up high I played my part
Free cor gunna out that slamma he caught
Thats grind time behind that scat we inna shark
Lil shawty bad I took my chance I shot my shot
We zoe in peace control streets we all we got
I keep the piece that fire on me im on the block
I call loc G if its some beef you know he bring em out
This club aint dirty its okay Im still gone bring a mop
Aint no back and forth we just gone shoot it out
Ion like arguing so yea we take the murder route
Funny how he froze up when pedro pulled that burner out
Watch how her tone switch when I pull my lil money out
These bitches fuck whoever lit and got a diamond watch
In my city im the hottest fucking younging out
And fuck trump tell that nigga he could suck a cock
Where im from we handle it we aint gone call the cops
Where im from yo name aint clear them niggas call you out
You on that hoe shit you get hoe'd them niggas stomp ya out
Chosen one I feel it now Im bout to make it out
You owe that bag im on yo ass bitch we staking out
Switching shifts do whatever just to take em out
We selling hard infront of kids right out the vacant house
She aint have no ass she got shots now she caked out
Im super thuggin aint no need to pull my cape out
You wont smoke im gone show you wit this vape bout
Nobody told me but I always knew Id make it out
Niggas hate that I still won they gotta face it now

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