PROPHET (feat. Dee Syrus)

Visualizing the realism of life in actuality High as the fucking sky 'til the ground bring about reality And my mentality is f*ck gravity But that doesn't matter as I crash to the gravel splattering Trade in morality for debauchery and depravity Everything fucking sweet until somebody get a cavity Entire generation is apathetic to casualty So don't be mad at me when you catch your values unraveling It would be very Rashad to say that everyone tripping Rashad soap boxing lucid hypocritisms Rashad with a cross on his ear dodging religion Rashad wine drunk screaming at the children for sinning A wise man once said play the cards that was given Then that nigga lost the game why the f*ck should I listen They say shoot for the moon, at least you'll land in the stars How 'bout I land on my face to show you how stupid you are You wanna keep it real Keep it real motherfucker, be honest Life ain't shit but a broken condom From a stolen wallet From a broke nigga pocket Doing deals with the devil Tryna make him a profit That dreaming shit'll Hurt you my nigga, I promise You a break yo fucking neck Tryna come outta pocket And if you ain't got it Step the f*ck up off it Keep it real nigga Everybody can't be a prophet Big despise all those eyes they be watching the wrong things Thinking always blinking point in front of me lost it Longing for a calming calling connection dropping Home hopping, ass popping time borrowed I clocked it But the gears ain't clean Bitch I need America splenomegaly, enlarged spleen, nigga Shit exactly what it seem, nigga Vast masses of false classes eyes blackened and bones cracking And jacket jacking and cheeks clapping Mental reservoir fucked up from external fracking And kick backing and puff passing Damn Visibility zero contained gassing My opponents always laughing Spotting weeds between the cracks inside a real nigga garden I'm weed whacking but it still growing back stop it hardly Spotting ripped seams inside my favorite sweater, I saw it But that don't mean I have the tools and replacing it costly I ain't talking about the wool or polyester It's a fabric but it's guaranteed to not go on your body I ain't tryna be nobody, I ain't tryna be nobody Don't you tell me otherwise cause you ain't got me like I got me You wanna keep it real Keep it real motherfucker, be honest Life ain't shit but a broken condom From a stolen wallet From a broke nigga pocket Doing deals with the devil Tryna make him a profit That dreaming shit'll Hurt you my nigga, I promise You a break yo fucking neck Tryna come outta pocket And if you ain't got it Step the f*ck up off it Keep it real nigga Everybody can't be a prophet