R. Davis - PROPHET (feat. Dee Syrus)
Visualizing the realism of life in actualityHigh as the fucking sky 'til the ground bring about reality
And my mentality is fuck gravity
But that doesn't matter as I crash to the gravel splattering
Trade in morality for debauchery and depravity
Everything fucking sweet until somebody get a cavity
Entire generation is apathetic to casualty
So don't be mad at me when you catch your values unraveling
It would be very Rashad to say that everyone tripping
Rashad soap boxing lucid hypocritisms
Rashad with a cross on his ear dodging religion
Rashad wine drunk screaming at the children for sinning
A wise man once said play the cards that was given
Then that nigga lost the game why the fuck should I listen
They say shoot for the moon, at least you'll land in the stars
How 'bout I land on my face to show you how stupid you are
You wanna keep it real
Keep it real motherfucker, be honest
Life ain't shit but a broken condom
From a stolen wallet
From a broke nigga pocket
Doing deals with the devil
Tryna make him a profit
That dreaming shit'll
Hurt you my nigga, I promise
You a break yo fucking neck
Tryna come outta pocket
And if you ain't got it
Step the fuck up off it
Keep it real nigga
Everybody can't be a prophet
Big despise all those eyes they be watching the wrong things
Thinking always blinking point in front of me lost it
Longing for a calming calling connection dropping
Home hopping, ass popping time borrowed I clocked it
But the gears ain't clean
Bitch I need America splenomegaly, enlarged spleen, nigga
Shit exactly what it seem, nigga
Vast masses of false classes eyes blackened and bones cracking
And jacket jacking and cheeks clapping
Mental reservoir fucked up from external fracking
And kick backing and puff passing
Damn
Visibility zero contained gassing
My opponents always laughing
Spotting weeds between the cracks inside a real nigga garden
I'm weed whacking but it still growing back stop it hardly
Spotting ripped seams inside my favorite sweater, I saw it
But that don't mean I have the tools and replacing it costly
I ain't talking about the wool or polyester
It's a fabric but it's guaranteed to not go on your body
I ain't tryna be nobody, I ain't tryna be nobody
Don't you tell me otherwise cause you ain't got me like I got me
You wanna keep it real
Keep it real motherfucker, be honest
Life ain't shit but a broken condom
From a stolen wallet
From a broke nigga pocket
Doing deals with the devil
Tryna make him a profit
That dreaming shit'll
Hurt you my nigga, I promise
You a break yo fucking neck
Tryna come outta pocket
And if you ain't got it
Step the fuck up off it
Keep it real nigga
Everybody can't be a prophet
Written by:
Devon Sanchez, M. Davis
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