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PROPHET

Hip-Hop/Rap

PROPHET was released on November 29, 2024 by independent as a part of the album PROPHET - Single

Song Details

AlbumPROPHET - Single

Release DateNovember 29, 2024

Labelindependent

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM66

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lesto Fremo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich

Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Im Furious

Producer

MixedByMooch

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Going through so much lately,

I’m raised up, and I’m up in my scale.

Futuristic ways, not letting up—

Man, look at my nails.

On some fancy brand, on my belt,

Sh*t you can’t even spell.

If you put the spell on my name,

You know I expand and expel.

[Pre-Chorus]

Stayed down until I came up,

Now I’m up—put the clothes on, I’m glamour.

Waited it out, now I’m getting all the dozens,

Waited it out, put the caviar on my butter.

[Chorus]

Let it out, all thugs can cry.

Packing my clothes and booking my flight.

Bank high wire, but it’s some light.

You feed them—they always gon’ bite.

[Verse 2]

I ain’t had no hope, now I’m going globe.

Now I’m predisposed—I went in and saw.

God told me, “Don’t let up,” and I achieved that goal.

Major wins—I’m doing it alone, alone.

Fck who I was, I’m on my timing.

You see the diamonds—that sht be shining.

Closing my eyes, catastrophic,

All the drama made me a prophet.

4K—you see all the graphics.

A little crisp—it’s got me coughing.

[Verse 3]

As soon as they print it, I keep getting profits.

As long as they behind me, I’m okay.

As long as they keep printing money,

Then I’ma get my cake.

Keep the leechy friends away from me,

I’m showing no disgrace.

Them folks be actors—this is the whole theater.

Now I’m pulling the whole liter,

In the bottle, trying to sip it, yeah.

I be in the cut, eating on Doritos.

These n****s tryna be like me,

I’ll never let them.

90 percent of people, they lying in your face.

90 percent of the royalties coming my way.

[Bridge]

Fck man, just left the store, bought my mama new shades.

Just left the store—Gucci belt on my mama, cost me like a K.

On my mama, these btches be salty—f*ck what you say.

Screaming hooray!

Just left Cali, I was in a Wraith.

They say I’m making short songs—fck what you say.

Pounds on pounds,

Diamonds like water, just like a fcking lake.

Pounds on pounds, and I’m not talking ’bout no marijuana.

I just left the store—

’Bout to have pounds in my f*cking closet.

[Verse 4]

Just beat the case, call me Young Thug.

Fck the judge, fck the lawyer,

’Cause they did me dirty, so I’m not tryna spoil them.

They did me wrong—yeah, they did me wrong.

[Outro]

Yeah, I’m still winning—I can’t lose.

2025, let’s get to the f*cking business.

Written by: Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich

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