Prophecies

yall just actin they aint really ready and I got real prophecies shit i was steady I told my grandma I'll be back when i catch these all liars Take it back lil bitch let me show u fire Put it up pull it up Yeah thats a trigger pretendin yall weak let me make this bigger Highs and lows lil boy im used to this Cant nobody touch this i dont never miss it feelin like this hoes can't interpret um what im sayin yall fake priest yeah in this dream yeah im the queen woke up and im still the queen think i gotta kill this shit cuz i gotta make this clear im ready bitch take this prophecies the only real siss know what i mean im the real that queen take a look up in my face fuckers they don understand and im still put in pace and i dont trust these hoes make it rain weathermen from nother space to place yeah i travel aint nobody speak everytime i spit burn this city yeah bitch boy i think i gotta make it thick how much more for industry b i g thoughts and your brain obese but my thoughts sharp aint gotta squeeze it saint laurents are on my feet gotta make this every seconds Stackin paper every week boy u gotta see it for real and i keep this shit clear u just preach and my dna lovin his shit thrill for real Imma pipe it talk it walk it make it fat my pocket dollar bills dollars bills let me count this in all the fake hoes i don't trust nobody shit u gotta speak right bitch let me save a minute Cappin Fuck u bitches Gotta stop laughin You So pathetic Shit got me all distracted Why this Why you gotta live like this Gotta pay your bills Huh Broke ass bitch You a broke ass bitch Face lookin red by your mama Ain't not a look that you proud of Can't not a sound get louder Run like the wind cant foul us You ain't pull the same shit if you roll it up You would fuck your own bitch for a rollie huh Moody fellas aint split what you makin huh Can't trust your own spit slit