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prophet - who? كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
they’re asking, who?
the illest, it’s true
when i sit on my throne, what are all my haters gonna do
they’ll start, to ride
the waves in, my tide
but even if i drown, at least i can say that i tried
they don’t care if i make it, if there’s a chance then i will take it
there’s a monster sleeping in his cage, i suggest that you don’t wake it
but when i’m ready, the bandwagon will be touring in every single state
so you petty motherf-ckers better jump on it before it’s too late

[verse 1]
whether it’s a curse or a blessing, i’m guessing that these feelings of aggression
will create pleasant first impression, of rap’s example of perfection
i’m suggesting that you try to listen close and learn a lesson
i got ounces at every session so there’s no a reason to be stressin
if you’re guessing what could’ve made me snap just like a mouse trap
it’s cause corny rappers try spitting when they know nothing about rap
i got some purple in my cup, making you think that it was grape juice
blowing h-lla clouds, and i’m flying through them with a gray goose
i can’t wait til i’m rich as f-ck, so i can rap about all the bread i got
can’t wait til i f-ck your b-tch, so i can brag about the head i got
i remember growing up in school, i never really said a lot
i showed this track to all my homies, and you know everybody said it’s hot
you expected something mediocre coming from the frequent toker
so as long as i keep on eating, i will never be a choker
you see me lurkin with a blank face, like i’m playing a game of poker
then we roll on em, ride out, i crack a smile like i’m the joker
i tend to hurt some feelings, but i promise i have no sympathy
this track has gotta be the dopest type of sound since mozart’s symphonies
since my infancy i was prepared to take over the this whole industry
try to touch while i’m spittin and get burnt down to the fifth degree
you can’t get sh-t from, so don’t ever ask me for any favors
my tape will prove that i got the sauce in a hundred different flavors
so that’s a hundred different styles, so just cool it for a while
it’s been dry around here, by my flow is wetter than the nile

[hook]
they’re asking, who?
the illest, it’s true
when i sit on my throne, what are all my haters gonna do
they’ll start, to ride
the waves in, my tide
but even if i drown, at least i can say that i tried
they don’t care if i make it, if there’s a chance then i will take it
there’s a monster sleeping in his cage, and i suggest that you don’t wake it
but when i’m ready, the bandwagon will be touring in every single state
so you petty motherf-ckers better jump on it before it’s too late

[verse 2]
n-body wanna see me on, they just wanna see me gone
i’m tryna run the game, but i need someone to p-ss me the baton
i’m waking up at the crack of dawn, on the lawn, with a bad jawn
got more brains than brawn, i’m moving forward like a p-wn
jersey kid in designer jeans, but i ain’t no bruce springsteen
i’m rising to the top while other rappers sink just like a submarine
only syrup on my pancakes, in the morning, is that codeine
my tracks will tend to hurt some feelings, simply cause my flow’s mean
i was disrespected and neglected, so it’s gonna get hectic
i found the beat, i had to wreak it, i spread my sound like it’s infected
all these corny -ss rappers will never be as dope as they expected
a little fanbase doesn’t mean sh-t if the realist ones don’t respect it
b-tches wish they could pay for child support with instagram followers
my homie could’ve had a daughter but he told his b-tch to swallow her
i’m on a county highway, just tryna break open my speedometer
i rock black tims and hoodies, i don’t ever shop at hollister
if you ever say that prophet’s soft, then you’ll get flattened
pigs keep askin questions, but i act like i don’t know what happened
they don’t understand that i’m so cold blooded, and my soul’s rugged
everybody’s tryna ride my wave so now my whole city’s flooded
every track is getting hotter, so my dough’s about to rise
i want a bezel face to cover up my wrist like a disguise
trending tracks are sh-tty, so people get on it like some flies
it’s sad how whack -ss people strive while all of the legends die
i’m tryna get my bread up, that’s the whole reason why i get up
but now i’m fed up cause the opposition wants to see me wet up
so shut the f-ck up, if you’re hating i don’t wanna hear you speak
n-body’s f-ckin with me now, but they’ll hop on when i reach my peak
i don’t sleep, i’m staying up just to write on every night of the week
your sh-t is weak, the planet will erupt the day my mixtape leakes
i see lames tweak on twitter because attention is all they seek
i dropped multiple consecutive hits now i’m continuing the streak

[hook]
they’re asking, who?
the illest, it’s true
when i sit on my throne, what are all my haters gonna do
they’ll start, to ride
the waves in, my tide
but even if i drown, at least i can say that i tried
they don’t care if i make it, if there’s a chance then i will take it
there’s a monster sleeping in his cage, and i suggest that you don’t wake it
but when i’m ready, the bandwagon will be touring in every single state
so you petty motherf-ckers better jump on it before it’s too late

- prophet

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