Prophecies

Lyrics

Yall just actin They ain't really ready And I got real prophecies Sh*t, I was steady I told my grandma I'll be back when I catch these all liars Take it back, lil b*tch Let me show u fire Put it up, pull it up Yeah, that's a trigger Pretendin' yall weak Let me make this bigger Yeah, highs and lows, lil boy I'm used to this Yeah, can't nobody touch this I don't never miss it Yeah, feelin' like these h*es can't interpret Uhm, what I'm sayin', yall fake priest Yeah, in this dream, I'm the queen Woke up and I'm still the queen Think I gotta kill this sh*t Cuz I gotta make this clear I'm ready b*tch, take these prophecies The only real sis know what I mean In the real that queen, take a look up in my face F*ckers they don't understand And I'm still put in pace And I don't trust these h*es Make it rain, weathermen From another space to place Yeah, I travel Ain't nobody speak Every time I spit Burn this city, yeah b*tch Boy, I think I gotta make it thick How much more for industry B I G thoughts And your brain obese But my thoughts sharp ain't gotta squeeze it Saint Laurents are on my feet Gotta make this every seconds Stackin paper every week Boy, you gotta see it for real And I keep this sh*t clear You just preach And my DNA lovin' this sh*t thrill for real Imma pipe it, talk it, walk it Make it fat my pocket Dollar bills, dollar bills Let me count this in All the fake h*es, I don't trust nobody sh*t U gotta speak right b*tch, let me save a minute Cappin' F*ck you bitches Gotta stop laughin' You so pathetic Sh*t got me all distracted, nah Why this Why you gotta live like this Gotta pay your bills, huh Broke ass b*tch You a broke ass b*tch Face lookin' red by your momma Ain't not a look that you proud of Can't not a sound get louder Run like the wind can't foul us You ain't pull the same sh*t if you roll it up You would f*ck your own b*tch for a rollie, huh Moody fellas ain't split what you makin', huh Can't trust your own spit (slit)