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letra de why - proph3cy

why

verse 1:
uh oh where’d my cut go where my cash at
where the record deal and record breaking -ss at
on my leg on my right leg where’s my mascot dressed like a fox cheerin for the cash crop
cuz i’m growin like samoans shoulda asked ya
who posses the recipe this drug is bout to last ya
he ain’t in his prime yet
save it for the blast off
cooler than an ice cream cone in alaska
no suprise im bout to hit ya with the answer
west prophet you gon’ know it till your casket drop
6 feet but double me to a 12 foot drop
too deep got burnt feet from hells roof top
i’m buildin up a league of my own
try collabin wit me ill just throw ya doggies a bone (i’ma throw em a bone)
i been on some world change this is our globe pussy’s never talk about it busy with the cat code cracked those
now you’ll only find me on a fat flow
never preachin violence but imma hit the map though (that’s so?)
know your thinkin how white and how i rap though
know your thinkin now my style kinda slap though

chorus:
why why why
should i respect you
when you’re a piece of shit just playin ima show love that’s what the vets do
this is the way i live
why why why why why why
should i impress you
you don’t see me for me
why why why why why
should i neglect you nah
i need to work on me

verse 2:
why why why why do i this not paid for this music but
it’s the shit to me
my my my my my mind is so focused to make hocus pocus
magic within me
no handouts no camp outs on labels front door steps cuz
that sounds forced to me
and too many people ignoring what’s right in front of dem
you’re so lost to me
uh oh where’d my cut go where my cash at
where the record deal and record breaking -ss at
on my leg on my left leg is my girlfriend
she my baby that i maybe wanna marry and i give her what she need when she need it
i don’t love her i just love the feelin that she seeded- in my soul
when it grows tall i’ma weed it
put it in a box and take it out whenever needed
cuz my heart is changin with the seasons
when i felt i couldn’t date her anymore i begged
and i pleaded
that the feelin wouldn’t leave when she did
but i found that very day that i could beat my demon
like

verse 3:
no i don’t think i’ll rap about a wrist watch
it’s regergitated why you copyin like kids bop
while i’m puttin out the shit to a make a bottom lip drop
all i hear at parties now is “dude just wait for this drop”
nah
gon’ get im gettin annoyed i was never really similar too many boys
tired out by these kids who believe the shit that their told and i’m cold i just wanna beat all my odds with 2 even gloves- or gloves
really don’t give a fuck i’ll rhyme however i want
ya’ll wanna smoke an edm dj don’t mean to be blunt
it ain’t concert without molly and sluts
i could show my idols love and keep it sober as fuck
yeah so what
well so we’re pushin air this air out our gut
food for thought we spread equality for quality lunch
and you speak for your religion but you stare and you blush
when you meet a homosexual your standards are tough

i never really got it all
like i never really got why donald sterlings involved man
just old dude shocked the nation- but you never really lookin at his generation
now equal ain’t a prequel
look where we’ve gone
there’s a lot people proud of all the shit that we done
and a lot of other people disagreeing freedom
no perspective is smart are dumb we are one

- proph3cy

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