Prophet Talk

People calling me crazy, I'm back having conversations with microphones And it's keeping me sane Use it to cope, I be filling verses with hope but I got my back on the ropes How the f*ck I deal with the pain? Some time ago, I wanted to blow out my brain They didn't know cause I kept my hurt on the low Write my feelings down in my notes all because I'm tryna refrain From expressing my feelings and feeling less of a man I be feeling like Michael, some days I feel like Jermaine Got some homies like Samuel In the midst of an L, they might go hit 'em a lil stain and just Jack some' Momma said, "Yeah you smart, but Trè, you don't know jack, son" Will she say that the day that we up like the Jetsons? Pray that you ready for me the day that the check come I'm aiming this Lil Tecca at all of your favorite rappers I hold 'em for ransom Treat the wins like some fun, it ain't fun if the homies can't have none If you won and your brothers lost, nigga you ain't won Niggas be in my face talkin' bout what I ain't done If you stepped in my shoes, you wouldn't even be able to run Wouldn't be able to walk Can't even talk like I talk I got beef with the time I be punching the clock Treat this shit like a job Like it's my 9-5 We let niggas think they fly then shoot they ass out the sky I ain't gotta do a lot, I know they feeling my vibe Pen I got, it came from Harvard, y'all got y'all's from DeVry Mashallah, me and my momma taking trips to Dubai We ain't rich yet, but I swear we manifesting the life I ain't living on the gram, I be living with the fam, that's true I ain't tryna do what they do Yeah, yeah, I got an ex but she ain't leave a mark on my spot, she foo Turned her to a fan, shit cool I just bring the heat like Bam and Two-Two Niggas acting sweet, give they ass a tutu Brodie came to me, said he got a little plan to run up a couple bands I said, "yeah, you too?" Let's go to DR, tell Pamela Chu-chu F*ck with the Zoes, put me on the voodoo Got to Paris for the Eiffel Tower view I'ma go to Italy just to f*ck with the food I'm not a gangster, just got a nice flow Tryna tell the street niggas f*ck a rifle, there's more to life though F*ck a homicide, let's go and cop the suicide doors Every day, the money getting printed, what's a rival? I'm tryna duck the paparazzi, f*ck 5-0 I got power shining on me, that's wherever I go All that hating make you sick, better have kept the Lysol We just tryna run it up like it's in the Bible Got too much to worry 'bout, I'm saying So why make matters worse and worry 'bout you? Time and time again, you test my patience This time 'round, I'll show you what I'm gon' do