The Prophet
C.J.Bolland Lyrics

I been tryna grow, I’m tryna pop
When they realize I got bars, why the fuck they still act shocked
I been doin this and y’all been sleepin that shit better stop
I be headin to the headin to the heading to the I be, I be
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top, I be, I be
Young prophet, takin off like rocket
Keep the trees like Groot, so high I’m asking where the top is Any flow or topic, my wave you can’t stop it
47 bitches takin off they fuckin tops is… the only way for me to calm down
Caleb, put the fuckin bombs down, tell these kids to play me on loud
But nobody listens think I’m in the wrong town
I got really drunk and I woke up on your mom’s couch, shit
Get out my way if you ain’t with the vision
Ain’t got time to wait while you makin decisions
I got energy like I’m nuclear fission
I’m makin incisions, I’m very efficient
And in addition, I’m runnin these missions
I’m like a magician, a magic musician
I’m killing these liars so call they physician
And I always rap about my own position
I had pot to piss in, I do fuck these bitches
Yes I’m a pirate I don’t ask permission
No I’m not violent, I’m more like tactician
And I use my verses like they’re ammunition, goddamn
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top, I be, I be
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top, I be, I be
Don’t get in my way, don’t take from my plate
Get the fuck up out my face, I know that you used to hate
That was last week
Oh boy you late
Telling me you followed me on Spotify, and you really like Butterflies
Oh my god that’s really fuckin great
Hope you play me through your speakers
Your girl likes me cause I speak her
Language. My bed goes ee-err
That’s a onomatopei-er
Put her on a matress, she love how I do this shit like it’s just practice
I been puffin on too much of the strong I keep on gettin distracted
What the fuck do I even smoke for
Prayin that I never ever go poor
You try to hide it but I know you got my name stuck on your lips like a cold sore
When they hear the track they like oh shit
47 can you give us more hits
I know you ain’t even shared my last fuckin track, so I hit you with that gomu gomu no bitch
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me (it’s still fuck Skytag)
I be headin to the top are ya comin with me (still looking for my dad)
I be headin to the top, I be, I be (pull your bitch with a fuckin straw hat on my head)