Prodigies

Lyrics

Verse 1 My mom told me "Son don't repeat the cycles." I told her that I loved her Hold my rifle like my bible I got these two revolvers Treat the ammo like disciples Which bullet gone turn Judas Turn and shoot me with my eyes closed? I click clack Lost in this world I'm disillusioned The truth can be depressing I got muses to get through it Took a trip to Lala Land Just me and Lucy cooling In the sky of diamonds Getting higher to my fucking music Bitch you foolish If you thought that this was cruising Take off on these niggas Like my name was Carl Lewis Embarrass all these phonies Got 'em red like John Gruden If you niggas wanna guard the fucking paint I know some shooters, we could do it The product was infamous And they probably got his motherfucking Scholarships lifted Because his knowledge was a godsend And a product of difference between His father and his mom, he as hard as it gets Not even hard as it's gettin' He run the ball like a scrimmage And spend it all with no limit And shoot at hogs when he's timid He keep em wishing like Timmy But never turn on his bitches He got a burner If you wanna go and squirm with the fishes You better learn yo fucking lesson 'fore you burn like them bridges End up all up in the water Feeling warmer than dishes Soft lil nigga. It's Q!