Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm a young prophet, ideas are my deposits
Brinks trucks synched up with my thoughts, fuck the pockets
But I can't take 'em with me, I guess lungs are the new wallets
No one's talkin', straight to shootin', I guess guns are the new gossip
[Verse 2]
You know it's gettin' bad when love is the new topic
Everybody set to blow, I guess ego's the new rocket
But I'm off it, Russ got it, I'm the fly young bachelor
New Bruce Wayne, new world traveler
[Verse 3]
New home is the airplane, you can have my old dimes
I always got some spare change layin' around at all times
Erase my number two hoes, I'm tryna save paper
'Cause way later they might ask for the check and I don't play waiter
[Verse 4]
But I'm cookin', swear to God I'm cookin', he rock
I been plottin', watchin' all y'all fuck up from the treetops
Circlin' above like a vulture
Welcome to the Matrix, I'm a glitch in the culture
[Verse 5]
I'ma break the mold, create my own fuckin' sculpture
Middle fingers up, bitter as fuck 'cause I told ya
But hold up, I'm cool, I been workin' on my chakras
Becomin' the change I wanna see in the world like Mahatma
[Verse 6]
But I still got my vices, still got my drive, though
Like I still got my licence, still got my lightbulb
Like I still got my light switch and that bitch stays flickin'
Still got a tight grip on vision and intuition
[Verse 7]
Devils still throwin' parties, I still throwaway the invites
Road to success, bitches still tryna hitchhike
Wrapped up in these dreams, still feelin' like it's skintight
Blind faith to the promised land, it's still feelin' insight
[Verse 8]
Still rap mean, still sing nice, still got the hardest fuckin'
Beats, boy, I been tight, y'all still asleep, damn
I guess I didn't pinch right, doubt versus belief
Still got the whole squad ringside, your crew still cut
[Verse 9]
Lemme show you what I trim like, still got a German chick
Blessin' me, gesundheit, still wanna know your fuckin' future?
Show me what your friends like, 'cause you are who you hang with
And I'm still here with who I came with
[Verse 10]
Me and Bugus down for a decade and some change
Bitches diamond in this motherfucker
[Verse 11]
Ooh, you didn't forget, did you?
Ooh, damn, I'ma have to send you a reminder
Ooh, you didn't forget, did you?
Rap for these ****, sing for these hoes
That's just how it goes, yeah
Written by: Russell Vitale