Lyrics PROPHET - Nick Enaigbe feat. Antoine Sand

Yo
Yo
One day I was approached by a prophet
He told me one day
Ima' have a lot of doe in my pocket
I'm in a Hyundai driving 80 miles an hour with no options
Just a half tank of gas and a gram of exotic
Oh my God

Life is not a race or a contest lil' homie
Gotta move at your own pace stay and solid
Let's be honest yo
We all got skeletons in our closet
But what about it bro
As long as you react off of logic
And use your conscious tho
I had to get my ass out the projects
That shit was toxic
Niggas on the corner selling that product
For the profit
Made the whole community violent
Man they was wildn'
Cops they do not give a damn man I promise
We gotta stop it
Man I was on the ropes but I dodged it
My coping is timeless
You know I sold my soul to ebonics
My flow is demonic
I used to be totally silent
I turned up the volume
Cause even when you don't say a thing
They still talk about you like

One day I was approached by a prophet
He told me one day
Ima' have a lot of doe in my pocket
I'm in a Hyundai driving 80 miles an hour with no options
Just a half tank of gas and a gram of exotic
Oh my God

My spirits came to me inside my dreams
They told me youngin this life you get, it ain't what it seems
I walk amongst the moon and see my brothers with the trees
I take it easy
Non violent but I'm keenly
Peepin shit
From the underbelly
Living like a tale that you can't tell correctly
Poker face, I'm never showing tells, but know my spells is deadly
Scales is heavy
Maga folks they pulling trump cards
Not a joke or, a movie, this shit sealed like postcards
Wipe the smile from ya face like u had seen a ghost or
Something closer to God
I pray you sending regards
I pray you niggas repent
I send you nothing, no love
Only nigga I hope proud of me
The prophet above