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 and falsify images, but they came to die and 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 shit 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 shit, holy ghost with the devil horns through the halo poking Keep the ghetto J-Lo choke soaking, the sultan, the low jack [?] You rabbidy rap swag-less niggas 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 Fuck 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 fuck with this production I aim the musket and crush your nugget [Chorus] On a level you niggas can't fuck wit' 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' On a level you niggas can't fuck wit' 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' [Verse 2] Ayo! 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 motherfucker Now the pusher profit off the shit 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 nigga 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 niggas burn they self out before they even touch the floor There's still a ceiling after that, tryna make it to the point where I got so much stacks I don't have to rap Give your life to the device, niggas trapped in apps Niggas died over a vice chasing stripes and bags Shit is 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 niggas can't fuck wit' 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' On a level you niggas can't fuck wit' 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' [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?