J. Little - Prophecy

You don't have to sell your soul
Well, shit. Almost
But, it's part of the deal, you know
You just got to go with it. Ya feel me
Kill 'em J
Ha! I told you they be feeling this homie
Lez get it
You know I'm back at it with this one. You already know
Lez get it
Damn, I don't know, but I get it
Roll the dice, stack them digits
Been around, that's a fact
Will attack, with a Mac
Better ask, sip your flask
Just lay back, ah
In my head, fighting demons
Light the gas, then we beaming
All the girls, they be creaming
All your boys, they be fleeing
Take a pause, get to cleaning
Ooh, back at it, once again uh
Check your step, give it up uh
Let's be cool, no more mess uh
I'm the man in my city, true
Big ole dick and I'm pretty, boo
Orphan boy, it's a pity
But it made me really gritty, bitch
Man, talk about life
What do you mean, mane? What's yours been like
No comment. No comparison. Lez get it
Speaking truth, can't deny it
I don't want to start a riot
But I really need a pilot
All these years, asking why it
Give me space, I need some rest
Just be patient, it's a test
What the fuck, you are a pest
You are looking at the best
See the symbol, see the crest
Ooh, killed the beat it's time to flex
Call your girl, give me some sex
Sorry bro, now she's your ex
When we done, don't want to text
Just a sample, wait until next
Watching channels, homie Lex
I'm the dino, T the Rex
I told ya'll we'd be back with another
You thought I was playing, huh
Little bitch
Fuck with me. No looking back now
Through the clouds. Lez get it

Written by:
J. Little

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