Proficient Prophet Rollin' 20s
Chorus:
Rolling 20s, got the backwoods litty like my biccy yuh
Smoking off of that good, and when this shit may hit me yuh
All my homies with me, and we smelling like some sticky
Bumping all that flashbush while cruising through my city
Verse 1:
While cruising through my city, all y'all losing, got no pity
Gave you bruises for no reason, just to see your records shitty
Never did it cause the envy, never had any in the first place
Just wanted to see first place in the first place
And if I had to be, it would be your grave
And it's a tragedy to have more stains
On this pen sword, that's my short blade
That ensures fate, even yours
If you try steppin, givin more hate
Felt mordor when I lost order
In my own place
I was a sure case
And an asshole
That's why I'm getting more baked
I'm outta orbit, raps endorphins
Fills my veins till I'm bout explodin
Battle scars from my baddest moments
Not in the picture, not just outta focus
You not in my way, you just outta forfeit
This just isn't fair cause I'm mighty morphin
Y'all need morphine, I need more sleep
Cause I stay awake to slay more sheep
And y'all will feel my wrath when I'm doing shows
And y'all still sound like two year olds
With no control of their vocal chords
Maybe you don't need em in your throat no more
Ima let everything I said settle in
But just realize this is when my journey begins
And yours ends
