Lyrics INTRO - Zythaprophet

Sometimes I always tell you step outside yourself
And see who you really is and how people look at you bro
It's not a lot of motherfuckers that's loved and so respected by motherfuckers
To where it's like
The next time a motherfucker talk bad about you in the shop
It would be the first time
Like real shit
I mean even the shit you was going through with your own hood and your own homie
Like bro, the love, most motherfuckers would have had their teeth kicked in
But the love and respect they have for you bro
Like bro its hands off with this one, this ones different
It always has been bro
You've always been
You just gotta keep that faith, keep that energy, keep them vibes
But you, you born different man
And you could feel it man
You know, God's shining on you baby
You getting your Godly up
You getting it up
Prophet boy!

Let's go
Open up my soul
Close my eyes
What I see
I see God
I see God
I see God
I see God
Looked in the mirror
I see God
Looked at my peers
I see God
I see God
I'm A God
You A God
Look at my momma
I see God
Look at my fans
I see God
Had to look back on my life, thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God

I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
I'm driving this whip, just like a young whippersnapper
Used to work the nine to five, used to be a picker packer
Now the whip is faster
Now my bitch is badder, yea
This a different chapter
Salute to all my trappers
Grew up around drug dealers
Pistol clappers
What it do
This for your boo
They saying I'm finna blow
But God said I already blew
I stand on the truth
Told my shooter go stand on the roof
Married to the game I said I do
Get blessed like I said achoo
Got to watch who you talk to
Nigga snitched, damn bro not you
Got a smith and I got glock too
Top two but you know I'm not two, yea
Finna go to the shop get some more tattoos
Little niggas hate but it's so taboo
Bottom of my shoe looking like ragu
We slide G-bodies on forgies while playing Erykah Badu, yea
We tote glock nine, glock 40, we tote them FN's too
Go ahead front your move
Niggas switch like moods
I'm with the wolves
Howling at the moon