Lyrics

Yeah, I'm a young prophet Ideas are my deposit Brinks trucks Synched up With my thoughts, fuck pockets But I can't take them with me I guess lungs are the new wallets No one's talkin' straight to shootin' I guess guns are the new gossip You know it's getting bad when love is the new topic Everybody set to blow I guess egos the new rocket But I'm off it Russ got it I'm the fly young bachelor New Bruce Wayne New world traveler New home is the airplane You can have my old dimes I always got some spare change layin' around at all times Erase my number two hoes I'm trynna save paper Cause way later They might ask for the check And I don't play waiter But I'm cookin' Swear to god I'm cookin [?] rock I've been plottin' Watchin' all y'all fuck up from the treetops Circling above like a vulture Welcome to the matrix I'm a glitch in the culture Imma break the mold Create my own fuckin' sculpture Middle fingers up Bitter as fuck cause I told ya But hold up, I'm cool I've been working on my chakras Becoming the change I wanna see in the world like Mahatma But I've still got my vices Still got my drive though Like I still got my license Still got my lightbulb Like I got my lightswitch And that bitch stays flickin' Still got a tight grip on vision and intuition Devil still throwing parties, I still throw away the invites Road to success, bitches still tryna' hitchhike Wrapped up in these dreams, still feeling like it's skin-tight Blind fate to the promise land, it still feel an insight Still rap mean, still sing nice Still got the hardest fuckin' beats, boy I been tight Y'all still asleep damn, I guess I didn't pinch right Doubt verse belief, still got the whole squad ringside Your crew still cut, let me show you what I trim like Still got a German chick blessin' me, Gesundheit Still wanna know ya fuckin' future, show me what ya friends like Cause you are who you hang with And I'm still here with who I came with Me and Bugus down for a decade and some change Bitches Diemon in this mother fucker [Outro: Russ + I'm singin, oooo, you Didn't forget did you? Oooo, damn Imma have to send you a reminder Oooo, you Didn't forget did you? Rap for these niggas Sing for these hoes That's just how it goes, yeah
Writer(s): Russell Vitale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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