ATM, Six The Don - All Prophet

Bullets or Ballots, in the crib. I play that shit it's on blast
Through a YouTube channel, I channel Malcolm Shabazz
Went and copped me a chopper for any cop that harass
As a dark skinned Rican you know they'll kill my black ass
I do my business in cash. charge my niggas the bag
They'll go spend that in Louie, won't complain about that
If you feel like you tough, go out and get you a gat
Then police your own hood. Make these crackers fall back
Nigga who else got our backs? Check out the margin and stats
Any nigga make noise, end up a murals or tatts
Hustle for my last name, get my game right from Dash
He gave The Breakfast Club gems
Them niggas stood there and laughed
Must keep receipts in the stash. Financial freedoms the task
Tekashi stood on the stand. At least that boy had a plan
Sold his soul for that money
Chose to rat on his man
But then again, who let that fuck nigga in?
Obey the laws of the land
Talk on the phone, you get jammed
Stay as low as you can
Make sure you pay Uncle Sam
As they devalue the ghetto, go out and buy you some land
Build a mall on that bitch, I swear I got me some plans
And...
Turn a black dollar into black power
What's a prophet that cant make no profit?
From snatching wallets, we was out of pocket
Peep all this progress, Got to trust the process
Turn a black dollar into black power
What's a prophet that cant make no profit?
From snatching wallets, we was out of pocket
Peep all this progress, Got to trust the process
Look, I own my masters
I don't slave no deal
This is all out of pocket, this Roc-A-fella for real
This TMC like for real, this TDE like for real
Im Master P with no grills. Feeling like Nip in the field
Named my son Nipsey for real. That mindsets deeply instilled
I spent my life cutting deals. Ain't nothing new in this field
Been independent before independent seemed to be yah sentiment
I was out here getting it
Thats not up for questioning
You see me Crip'n this cola and I'm Blood'n this pop
I been D'ussé with this yac
I bet it all on black
In my Sour Posse hoodie
Telfar on her bag
I still cop weed from the hustlers
Homie how loud is your bag?
See Killa Mike got SWAG and ATM got halves
That nigga touched a few milli's
I guess I did bad math
When Jackie got him a job, The Negro Leagues got dissolved
You see thats not a good trade but thats too easy to say
Look but Ice Cube know. What Tyler Perry knows
What Jigga been knew. It's better to build your home
What The Marathons about
What every dope boy knows
Ain't no masters over here
I been free to come and go
Wipe my throne
Turn a black dollar into black power
What's a prophet that cant make no profit?
From snatching wallets, we was out of pocket
Peep all this progress, Got to trust the process
Turn a black dollar into black power
What's a prophet that cant make no profit?
From snatching wallets, we was out of pocket
Peep all this progress, Got to trust the process

Written by:
Andrew Martinez, Richard Perez

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