Lyrics:
indie to that hip hop Ruckus what’s the next groove
I studied Busta Rhymes, Big L, Nas and Mos Def
I’m album dropping like I’m KRS-One I got next
Groups
Shed distance, when it's exposed!
They take L's
And I blow O's!
W's be for your lows!
Subtle moves
Impact the globe!
Feel the shift
As I impose
Watch
cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me
Let's
Its been 10 years since my first album
Look at What I came from
East side, sleeping on couches
But I don't wanna play a victim
Cuz my grandparents
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
like y'all should know who I am and
Discover what you listening to
Who the fuck am I
I go by the name of Real Prophecy
My philosophy is to kill the game
fuckers wanna be who you ought to be in by 3
Fuck album release
At End of the night when the mind play me
Lucid dreams come find me astrally
In a time zone
sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day
in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it
family
If I get a caught up on cameras i'm making a statement to all my endeavors
Won't leave the yard till the album is done, only way that i'm leaving my
the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s album number 3 Real Talk
Shorty want to be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge
Or outside on the pavement, bleedin 'cause
He got hit by
the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo life
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo life
money
So when I walk in the room they be looking at me funny
Smoother than soul glow
You check where my soul go
Shorty sippin on soco
Surround by bozo
Man
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
she gone
I called Jesus but was speaking at the tone
And 14th street i used to roam
My Aunt Fran gave us freedom like we grown
Don't know why i took
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit
I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
just think niggas are lost
I wrote an album bout love
But I’ll still let that 40 applaud
Clap at you niggas I don’t fw frauds
I just might snap if yo
P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit
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