CityBoiGreg - Prophet Flow

CityBoiGreg, aye
Yuh
Now look
Now you gone see a lotta shit
When you coming up out
That gutta part
I'm out that dirty Baton Rouge
I got a gutta heart
I'm moving real cautiously
I step with precision
Them niggas mad
I had to cut em off
Toughest of titties
Eighteen years later
And I'm still gutta living
Graduation around the corner
Now my cousin missing
He dead
I'm on a mission
I'm rapping to get this bread
The realest niggas
They never die
I'm like the walking dead
I'm finna flip a couple switches
Throw a clip at ya head
Hope you ready for a beating
I ain't talking no eggs
My nigga
Fresh out the oven
Like I'm baking this bread
My nigga
But I'm just racking these rolls
I'm talking bread nigga
I'm out my element
Outta body
I'm lucid dreaming
Speak with the mind
No conversation
Or silently screaming
Back with another one
I'm bout to spaz
My flow so criminal
They threw me out to Alcatraz
Now let me speak
About these rappers
I'm talking about
The bags of trash
I get prolific
The only nigga that get it
The only nigga to spit
About topics other than
Getting bitches
I'm talking every other song
You niggas getting bitches
I like to switch it up
Speaking for every silent soul
That's scared of speaking up
I been the prophet
Been the topic
Bitch I'm heating up
Them niggas falling on they face
Can't keep the pace
I do the race
And they ain't keeping up
You want this bag walk
Let's do a bag talk
I'm finna put you in this game
Just like a NASCAR
I'll have you rocking
The wettest Pateks
Balenciagas
I had to make it out the gutta
I could do without it
Realest niggas
They treading light
And they walking in silence
Realest niggas
They know the game
They ain't forget about it
I got a trap soul
Don't you forget about
This heart a black hole nigga
And I can live without it
I'm at the top
Like a summit
It's feeling bittersweet
Remember sleeping in vans
The days we couldn't eat
But now we stacking the paper
We filling up the streets
Rocking Giuseppe Zanotti
You see it on my feet
Without a doubt
I'm just the illest nigga
Ain't talking Webbie or Boosie
But I'm the trillest nigga
I put my people on the map
I'm talking villages
You know we follow the code
Nigga we stick to this
I had to talk with my pros
They said you killing it dude
They said
You get up on the track
And eat that bitch
Like its food
But I'm a starving artist
And I ain't getting full
I'm getting loaded
Big loaded
I'm red bull
You disrespect any one of us
Got the red bulls
We giving niggas they wings
Just like a Red Bull
Yeah
We giving niggas they wings
Just like a Red Bull
We giving niggas they wings
Just like a Wingstop
Aye

Written by:
Gregory Hicks

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