Prodigy

Tell a **** what I do with my eyes closed (Uh)

I'ma get fat, boy stole pies, yo (Ooh)

We can pull up to the crib, we can drive slow (Woo)

Do a dance with my pants like cargo

Get your hand out my jar, this is Milo (Uh)

Oops, I mean mine, though (Yeah)

Don't take it off, we can pull 'em to the side, though

You lookin' funny with a smile, like why, though? (Ooh)

Wanna know why, girl? 'Cause it's mine, though

Oops, yeah, I did it again (Uh)

Sippin' toxic on a plane with a friend (Yeah)

"Don't Tell 'Em", Jeremih, like planes with a blend

Of Lauryn Hill's pain with the flame of the pen (Ooh)

Of Pac and Biggie, I created the bridge

It is what it is, I'm just sayin' it is (Ooh)

Talkin' shit to the bouncers

Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)

Hear the vision growin' louder

I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)

Reminisce about a crowd of ten

Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)

When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"

Look

Who next up? They sayin' it's Givez

Y'all boys livin' to die, we just dyin' to live lavish

Spit a flow way more better than average

Toe tactics, tic-tac-toe and it's backwards

Pockets on vegan, gettin' my cabbage

Rock-a-bye baby, bring him a carriage

Put me in the booth, I promise to tell the truth

Until death do us part like a beautiful marriage

Dearly beloved

Friends and family

We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of—

Cut that off with the header

Any MC tryna park in the red zone

Send a telegram, pray you get up out the dead zone

What you hearin' now is a murder in your headphones, uh

Talkin' shit to the bouncers

Let me play in my field, you can't bounce this shit (Come on)

Hear the vision growin' louder

I see your hand in my field, feel the power (Get up)

Reminisce about a crowd of ten

Now I'm movin' these days, feel benevolent (Yeah, boy)

When I'm singin', hear the crowd, they be chantin' like, "Oh, wow"

(Yeah)

Oh my god, it's a bird, it's a plane

No, it's not, little boy, it's a microwave, yeah (Woo)

I'm psycho, glove like Michael (Yeah)

I'm a thriller, I'm a goddamn idol

Woah, now, that's a little bit arrogant

Stuffed your mouth with a whole damn asparagus

Talk big game, it's a whole lot of parrots here

Polly want a cracker and a whole lot of candle lit

Nice dinner, no pork in the winter

While a **** get real thinner (Ooh)

Like Miller, young boy Jigga (Ooh)

I'm finna blow fast like a Sprinter

Jigga, who? Jigga, you in the nighttime (Yeah)

Got Scotch, got brew in the night light

No gun, no smoke, it's a night fight

No tellin' what I'll do on a night, like