Lyrics Prosper - Joell Ortiz , KXNG Crooked

Ha, I'm a Manhattan guy
Bullet rise straight up like good posture
For my brother, a virgin piña colada
Could I bother you for a life or is partagas?
For some reason they smell way more proper
Mixed with this breeze in the Bahamas
I imagine us retired like mobsters
Sharing old stories, picking at oysters and lobster
Oyster Perpetuals on the wrist but not obnoxious
Here's the synopsis
Frankly we did it our way, Sinatra's
Carte blanche artist with entendres
Double and triple mantras, official monsters
We never sold out for the Bob Barkers
No big radio hits, but shit, you riding in your car bonkers
And that's the God's honest truth
Hit the booth, switch up Clark's garments
Throw on that cape and amaze whoever out here barr conscious
All fathers in prayer save this Joell cat
Used to sell crack, tryna dodge charges like the Hellcat
Who felt that? 'Cause I did, my eyelids open
I seen too many close
My old circle stuck in the can like they SpaghettiOs
Where I'm from it's Xs and Os since we was embryos
So even when we win the confetti, it feel heavy, yo
Prosper

Live on
Yeah, boy, we gon' live long
Live on
When the music this good, you gon' live on, word
Live on
Yeah, boy, we gon' live long
Live on
Prosper

So many years in this game
I swear to God I wasn't getting what I was supposed to have
I was a million dollar nigga with a overdraft
This is before the Range Rover floated on Ocean Ave
I was buying food stamps, bro, I'm in my grocery bag
Negotiating deals broke and mad
Your bargaining power's over when you grab a soda and close the tab
I took a lot of Ls so I'm glad
I left a bad situation but it seem like I made the culture mad
Look, I'm still one of the realest you heard
No more selling keys, no more getting
Stoned, I guess I'm killing two birds
Move to the 'suburbs, superb
I owe a lot of my destiny to two words, Kool Herc
Grab a mic and do work
Me and Joell are like Rakim and Quik
You don't like how we do it, sue us, the truth hurts
All about our scratch like Q-Bert
We old tattoos under a new shirt
We cut from a fresh cloth with this ink, boy
Who me? I write the type of
Shit that'll fix all my problems just like MacGyver
And chicks, I don't shoot shots, I just decide to pipe her
Eating pussy, laying on my stomach like a sniper
Haha, prosper
Eating pussy, laying on my stomach like a sniper