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lirik lagu apollo/ski mask flow freestyle (made in 30 minutes) – prophet

f-ck n-gga wanna go to war wit a legend, put his body in a stretcher
ima leave his head severed
take a n-gga bands i’m applying all the pressure
if you lying ima catch it
better preach like a reverend
get a hoe wet while i’m drying out the next one
got em flying out to catch it
bouta try em’ like a test run
scr-pping it up like apollo
i just want millions of dollars
i’m gettin straight to the commas
all of you n-ggas imposters
straight to the veggies and profit
gave yo girl p-ssy some mileage,okay
i make this sh-t look easy, huh
got the groupies cheesin, huh
drumming for no reason, huh
catch me at four seasons, huh
wit a dime in the bed cuz all bout my cash
all of you n-ggas is going out sad
i cannot partake in any of that
sonning you n-ggas i’m really ya dad
i’m puttin b-tches inside of they bag
i’m puttin on for my city and flag
till death we gon’ be a spot in the map
when i die bury my casket in black

there go prophet on the track again
i’m back wit sin
i’m finna take a crack at him
i’ve mastered zen
i’ll crack you like a bag of chips
the bags are zipped
i’m ready for my vacation
oops i meant vacation
sicker than a cancer patient
calm him down like meditation
ready for a revelation

these young n-ggas ain’t wit all the movement
i’m peepin all the f-ck sh-t that you doin
this is my dream so you know i’m pursuing
i’ll k!ll this sh-t till it goes to be ruined

now i’m back reaching for a revelation
doctor said i’m sick no vaccination
testing these n-ggas no accuplacement
dine wit fine wine, no cabernet sh-t!

none of you n-ggas can get on my energy
flow is immaculate i’m only 17
when it’s my time hope you n-ggas remember me
i’m at like 5 percent not even peddling
mill city more like the city of sins
f-ck all you n-ggas don’t wanna be friends
i’ll keep it cool like we playin pretend
don’t think i won’t pull up – not talking depends

i might just cop me a new pair of trues
getting bread n-gga what is it to you
sleepin on gang like a n-gga hit snooze
l to the face but you know i don’t lose
i’m running round wit the boof in the pack, shawty up on me she all on my sack
runnin the beat like a n-gga did track
sippin this cody not talking bout zack

mac and cheese in that cat b-tch it’s no craft
i feel like dora i show you the map
bet that they feelin me just like a tap
i got that shock i done give him a zap
okay like ding dong
what is you tellin me
got meat ballin like italy
takin shots like a kennedy
ima bunny like energy
little monster like centipede
got a trap like anemone
big ol’ santa like chimney

okay like
bless bless bless bless
ya girl achooin it might lift thy dress
i need a shoe in i got too much stress
way that i do it be like one big mess

okay like
sprite
is what i sip cuz i might
burp in that b-tch she a dyk-
i got no beef i don’t fight
i just be c-mming to pipe

- prophet

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