23RcB - Prophet

Lord bless me
I just left my jeweler
Hella icy
Brand new blick
Clip like extended rulers
Brand new bitch
She in the whip throwin brain like the finest tutor
Glocky hold a fifty my seventeen gotta thing for cougars
Haaa
Bitch
We gone take it there
Ignore the hate I'm peepin the pape through cartier eye wear
Two in the mornin I'm pushin a foreign doin the Ric Flair
Them ppl catch us swear they might try to give the the electric chair
I'm juggin through the city
Stacking pape like my niggas would
Me and meechie mobbin through this bitch like pac and big suge
Run up on the mob swear to god I wish a bitch would
We gone spark him leave lil bro smoking just like a backwood
Print that
Riding with yo bitch I got the seat back
Couple times i made her take that one bag to that one trap
I live my life the same way I say I did in that one rap
Paranoid i only talk on face time like my phone tapped
Big two three
Aka RcB
The lil nigga with stupid cheese
And a mindset like PAC
Never had a friend like me
If its smoke then I'ma ridah red tips in the clip jump stupid I won't deny ya
I'm unload
then reload
Continue to blow down
I ain't that typa nigga you fuck with I'm kinda low down
If you be on some fuck shit I recommend you don't you come around
Cause we gone handle that
Got them one thangs that's gone suppress the sound

I'ma soulja til I die
Riding for MBI
Don't clique hop or play both sides
Bitch we ain't them other guys
Dedicated to that bag so all of my time is tied
Ain't nothing but ambition and pain you look into my eyes
I lost my nigga to a tec
Other one to a car wreck
And yet I'm still shining and grindin the opps be upset
My bloodline graduated to mansions used to be in projects
I told my granny we gone up she think I'ma prophet

All my life I been told I'm the one now I'm starting to believe it
I'm that nigga with all typa sauce and different typa seasonings
Neimans shoppin foreign fit coppin bitch yo shit outta season
Double Gs it don't stand for Gucci two glocks in my Amiris
Look at my life bitch how the fuck can you hate on me
I was brought up by the streets and baby sat by the fiends
My role models was Grandaddy Rahkim and E
And the Lord took them all its just Me and Meech
These streets is a beast
in this game you can't cheat
Pay the cost to be the boss and that fee ain't cheap
I done paid all I had
Me my hustle and my mag
This is all I got left gotta carry out the plan

I'ma soulja til I die
Riding for MBI
Don't clique hop or play both sides
Bitch we ain't them other guys
Dedicated to that bag so all of my time is tied
Ain't nothing but ambition and pain you look in my eyes
I lost my nigga to a tec
Other one to a car wreck
And yet I'm still shining and grindin the opps be upset
My bloodline graduated to mansions used to be in projects
I told my granny we gone up she think I'ma prophet

Written by:
Bre'Aire McWilliams-Hamilton

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